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Sunflowers
Sunflowers
Your eyes are hazy
I think I found
My favorite color
And I think about you
All the time
I don’t want to bother.
But she will only say
They are brown
That they are boring
But I just can’t stop
Looking into honey
Your eyes are October
They’re sunflowers.
Thursday 5th May 2022 1:30 am

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