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May 2014
if there was one thing i could always talk about,
it would be his eyes.
the way the edges of them crinkle when i tease or joke with him;
makes me melt with what you call love.

they say the eyes are the gateway to the soul and all i see in them,
is me.
- a.c
5/6/14
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