We who are moved by
Clouds at midnight
Have grasped the illusion
Crossing the black room
A bright beam lights
The thin sheet
With a shadow mark
Some star poses
A presence in scarlet
Carnival laughter
Quick lipstick
And then the car
Pointed into soft darkness
Starts up like a knife
Basic Instinct, dir. Paul Verhoeven, 1992
In a Lonely Place, dir. Nicholas Ray, 1950
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