A Message in a Bottle of an empty wine, reminded me of a Street Car Named Desire, yet the Silence of Lambs couldn't save me from the Perfect Stranger.
The unspoken Armageddon of the Chronicles of Narnia, made me fall for Sweet November,
Yet the Alien invaded every core of my hollowness,as the Shining Matrix.
The gladiator waited for the twilight to mark his Troy,
Sleepless in Seattle, I writhed in anguish for the Inglorious Basterds,
Leaving me with Four Weddings and a Funeral of the Dark Knight.
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