Why do I still nurture the thought of a possibility called us when I know your mind is muddled by myriad farragoes and your heart layered with shades of gray revealing nothing. Maybe it is the eye I want to accost, for deep within I know, though you may not say a word, those doe eyes can’t deny showing the sparkle of my beliefs.
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