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We all make fun of your eyes, but that only gives me another excuse to gaze upon them. I can't help but get lost in your eyes, so full of life and beauty. You don't need eyes that glow like the sky or shine as emeralds caught in the sun's rays. Your eyes are unique to you, telling stories like a intriguing book. I always seem to lose myself in your chapters. Your eyes speak volumes! One day you write the exciting tales of the sale down the drag, and the next- an epic on your love for your fans(perhaps dedicated to yours truly?). I constantly await the new encounters; checking my laggy phone for updates on the scene, your stories are always on my mind. I feel like I know you. After all, I've reread all of your stories thus far. Can I help you write your next chapter? Can I be your co-author? Your glances make me want to read more, and your absences are the worst cliffhangers- my heart drops when you leave and a dull pain ensues when there isn't a promise of tomorrow. I dread the day "to be continued" turns into The End.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
Bibliomania
We all make fun of your eyes, but that only gives me another excuse to gaze upon them. I can't help but get lost in your eyes, so full of life and beauty. You don't need eyes that glow like the sky or shine as emeralds caught in the sun's rays. Your eyes are unique to you, telling stories like a intriguing book. I always seem to lose myself in your chapters. Your eyes speak volumes! One day you write the exciting tales of the sale down the drag, and the next- an epic on your love for your fans(perhaps dedicated to yours truly?). I constantly await the new encounters; checking my laggy phone for updates on the scene, your stories are always on my mind. I feel like I know you. After all, I've reread all of your stories thus far. Can I help you write your next chapter? Can I be your co-author? Your glances make me want to read more, and your absences are the worst cliffhangers- my heart drops when you leave and a dull pain ensues when there isn't a promise of tomorrow. I dread the day "to be continued" turns into The End.
We pick on her because she is Japanese with small eyes, though behind those single eyelids is a life I want to be a part of.
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michael-escobar
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
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