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My eyes narrow down the space in front of me Everything I see is irrelevant, despite them being my view and vision I cannot stop looking at you You are the image at the corner of my eye The exhibit displayed at the end of the hall The voice that drowns out every ventilated word The glance I catch looking at my side profile Yet I assume it’s the pretty girl beside me you aim for I want to see you But you are just a back facing me A tempting glimpse at the nape A friendly smile And a hand opening the door for the next You are several glances at a time Someone I can look at, But someone I know, I can’t call mine n.j.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC
Vertical Vision
My eyes narrow down the space in front of me Everything I see is irrelevant, despite them being my view and vision I cannot stop looking at you You are the image at the corner of my eye The exhibit displayed at the end of the hall The voice that drowns out every ventilated word The glance I catch looking at my side profile Yet I assume it’s the pretty girl beside me you aim for I want to see you But you are just a back facing me A tempting glimpse at the nape A friendly smile And a hand opening the door for the next You are several glances at a time Someone I can look at, But someone I know, I can’t call mine n.j.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC
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