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Eyes
you had knocked on my door that evening
with nature wrapped in plastic
you in your gorgeous suit
with your gorgeous eyes
but not the eyes that were mine
you spoke the words that your heart could only shout
and the pour of admiration coming out of your gorgeous eyes
was too much for me to take
(in my mirror I saw a stickĀ
an odd shape, not one hint of sun;
in your mirror you saw heave...
Sunday 15th May 2016 12:51 am
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