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My mind is a captive, bound to her gaze, Even hours stretch to more than days. Her eyes—twin flames I endlessly chase, A hunger that time cannot erase, I breathe, yet only her vision I crave.
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Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
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My mind is a captive, bound to her gaze, Even hours stretch to more than days. Her eyes—twin flames I endlessly chase, A hunger that time cannot erase, I breathe, yet only her vision I crave.
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Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
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