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his eyes are small, deep, disquieting - as if it would make everyone wonder if you're stuck in some sort of distorted labyrinth; but his smile says otherwise his smile struck me - almost an afterthought that he is just plainly gorgeous the deadly siren started to fade as i hear his monotonous laugh - as if it has become a default lullaby of mine as if on cue, in deep stare, i conclude; the aftermath of my own tragedy has finally come
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
the aftermath of my own tragedy
his eyes are small, deep, disquieting - as if it would make everyone wonder if you're stuck in some sort of distorted labyrinth; but his smile says otherwise his smile struck me - almost an afterthought that he is just plainly gorgeous the deadly siren started to fade as i hear his monotonous laugh - as if it has become a default lullaby of mine as if on cue, in deep stare, i conclude; the aftermath of my own tragedy has finally come
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
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