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Dec 2020
When our eyes meet
I was scared the color from them would drain

But instead, I'm lost in a field of grain wheat
Lost in a world where there is no pain

All I want to do is feast
Feast on the eyes that I want in vain

But we all know as soon as I look away,
The color will drain and we will be on our merry ways
Mel
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Mel  19/Agender/Space
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       Eshwara Prasad, --- and Grace
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