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I know from the first time I saw her she's different. She sees the world differently, She lives her world differently. Every time I stare at her brown eyes, I know there's something going on inside her mind-- Her imagination, Her creativity, Is flowing up and down through the skies. She has her own world, Trapped inside her mind, Unexposed and pure. I love her, I love to read her, Like how she carefully read her books; I love to caress her, Like how she gently Turn the pages of her old books. The more I look into her eyes The more I get lost, From trying to see a glimpse Of her own world buried deep behind her eyes, But all I can see is the reflection Of the world behind us.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
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I know from the first time I saw her she's different. She sees the world differently, She lives her world differently. Every time I stare at her brown eyes, I know there's something going on inside her mind-- Her imagination, Her creativity, Is flowing up and down through the skies. She has her own world, Trapped inside her mind, Unexposed and pure. I love her, I love to read her, Like how she carefully read her books; I love to caress her, Like how she gently Turn the pages of her old books. The more I look into her eyes The more I get lost, From trying to see a glimpse Of her own world buried deep behind her eyes, But all I can see is the reflection Of the world behind us.
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mang-bayani
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
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