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Jun 2016
His smile spread across his face
As he laughed in between every word,
He only left but brief breaks
His eyes lit up with every boring thing I’d say

His world was rich, swaying in his eyes
With every moment he grew more intense
Glossed over in raw emotion
My eyes lit up with every boring thing he’d say

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Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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