i love you, mystery man... i wonder where you are right now
you are too pretty for the eyes..it hurts
it hurts so much to look at you
every type of person. there is a type of you
green eyes, brown eyes.. skin like dreams
every spot on your skin is just..there..perfectly
by chance, or not by chance, it just is.
it is to be. and it is now. when i look at you, do you know what i can see?
something i will never see again
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