Your eyes,
my unveiled soul,
amidst the crowd who looked
but didn’t see —
that’s my favorite way
of being looked at;
that’s my favorite way
of coming undone
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
Your eyes,
my unveiled soul,
amidst the crowd who looked
but didn’t see —
that’s my favorite way
of being looked at;
that’s my favorite way
of coming undone
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