inspired. by such a simple thing. your eyes. your face. the way your hair plays with the wind. the way your hands call apon the stars. catch them, the twilite. o young child you have much to learn. you have already caught them in your eyes. sealed there. the kiss. o its gentle. intreging. what makes it akward is hearing the rap of the beat of your
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