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Mar 15
I want to see through your eyes,
For you see such beauty.

And you see such when looking at me.
Smoke and mirrors, I say.

You say, "No, I see you every day."
And so, my love,

I want to see through your beautiful eyes,
For you give me precious value as no one else.

And on those wings, alone, I soar.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Immortality
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