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she looked at him as if the universe was sprawled on his skin her eyes engulfing every inch as they drove through the summer she always took the passenger seat because she knew she wouldn’t be able to focus her eyes on the road and away from him while she had mastered the art of evading most eye contact her gaze felt broken if it wasn’t locked onto his and even under the moonlight she knew his every detail she was an observer, a watcher silently studying everything around her but her view of the world narrowed when she was with him he was her world she could draw a map of the stars in his eyes and the roads of his lips but couldn’t tell you the color of the car he drove her in she looked at him as if it were the last time she would ever see him ...as he looked out the window x.

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