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Friday, 23 May 2014

These eyes ...

I see these eys and think of all
the wonders it has seen.
And all the many times
It has been kissed by
Your soft presence.
How in surprises, your hands
They cupped them and opened
To your joyous beaming.
How they've spent nights awake
Reading every single speck of dust you are made of.
These eyes, and how they always know
To draw the curtains
When your lips find their way home
To mine.

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