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Dec 2020
I see you.

i don't see an end...

Could it be the scratches on my spectacle lens,
Rearranging my sense of sight and disorienting my instincts...

Could it be the ricochetting rays of the sun, glistens from that hair of yours and into the very mouth of my soul..

These eyes...
My eyes,
They see you..

They still do.
I met someone nice.
Khairil M
Written by
Khairil M  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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