Brown eyes blush muted emerald,
Gold flecks match splayed moles on your neck,
Shining still vibrant as dew dusted violets,
I don't write love poems, but I love you.
Beat my chest down to the marrow,
Phantom limbs can feel pain but are still missing.
Gold flecks match splayed moles on your neck,
Shining still vibrant as dew dusted violets,
I don't write love poems, but I love you.
Beat my chest down to the marrow,
Phantom limbs can feel pain but are still missing.
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