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Oct 2011
she sat out my doorway
elusive, mysterious
a quaintness that I couldn't help but to admire
existing truly in a self reclusive reality
speaking rarely
and listening even less
possessed fierce gray eyes
that instilled inexplicable emotions within me
with little to no effort she touched my soul

she didn't do anything unusual
*I only wanted her to.
Amber Daydreams
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Amber Daydreams
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