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Jan 2018
My dust covered Kohl once said that, "he love your eyes when I am in them..
He left and you cried..
cried and cried..
and then stopped using me..
Did you ever feel how your eyes look without me?
How I feel kept for months on your table without any use?

So my dear let me adore your eyes once again and go and see the world once again
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