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Jun 2018
I don’t think I’ll ever grow used to your eyes.

The way they see into my soul.

Like amber pools, what mysteries have bathed there. Rinsing the deceit and lies that rise in my mind.

Emerging clean, new and ocean blue.

I never want to hide- but whisper the truth only for your ears to hear

I

    love
          
            you
I didn’t know that love was tangible, real and true- till I laid my eyes on you.
Naomi Chevalier
Written by
Naomi Chevalier  Great Falls, MT
(Great Falls, MT)   
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   Georgia parry
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