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I love observers Those eyes When they are looking Watching This filthy world And it’s small beauty of it. What hit most When two observers meet Eyes connect Now they watch each other moves With electricity feeling up in their body. Knowing they both are enjoying each other company But won’t say a word. Their eyes did the talking.
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Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 4:44 AM UTC
Observe Me.
I love observers Those eyes When they are looking Watching This filthy world And it’s small beauty of it. What hit most When two observers meet Eyes connect Now they watch each other moves With electricity feeling up in their body. Knowing they both are enjoying each other company But won’t say a word. Their eyes did the talking.
Ayah
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22/F/Brooklyn
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 4:44 AM UTC
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