Our blue and green eyes,
Rarer than a crystal of uranite,
Just like foreign spies,
In the middle of the night,
they will cease to scrutinize
the virtuity of your gaze,
and we were infinite,
always
and forever.
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Author:
Lal Belle (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2024 10:17
- Category: Love
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