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I squint so hard I can’t believe my eyes are not diamonds yet,
and there you are.
There you are, walking.
Away from me. With your dress on a date with the wind. I think you have a rock stuck in your left shoe.
Your hair is a 14 karat waterfall and I don’t need to imagine the skin you have pierced with your eyes, I still have a stud in my heart somewhere. It’s a nice memento but inconvenient at airports.
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