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I like the colors in your eyes Like deepest wells and darkest skies I like the way your sparkle-splashed pupils Fade and flash and grow and shrink Deepen with the things you think Widen after every blink Confiding in that oily ink The truth you cannot say. I like the wrinkles in your face Wrought with rage and gilded grace I like the way they dance with emotion Pride and anger, joy and peace Caught in every carven crease Conforming to your soul's caprice Tension trying to release The truth you cannot say.
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 7:20 PM UTC
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I like the colors in your eyes Like deepest wells and darkest skies I like the way your sparkle-splashed pupils Fade and flash and grow and shrink Deepen with the things you think Widen after every blink Confiding in that oily ink The truth you cannot say. I like the wrinkles in your face Wrought with rage and gilded grace I like the way they dance with emotion Pride and anger, joy and peace Caught in every carven crease Conforming to your soul's caprice Tension trying to release The truth you cannot say.
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emily-brien
American
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 7:20 PM UTC
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