I love
how you stand
in my eyes,
I love
how I think of you.
How you,
standing there, like that
make me think things
of you.
I can't stop
loving your effect,
my impression every time
you come in,
I manipulate
myself, or it's like
I do, to love you more
insidiously, it's
my natural response,
and it shh benefits
me so much,
I feel like
I've ripped you off
the world,
into my eyes,
heart,
mind
to keep,
it's
an unequal exchange
at best. Very best, so
much so sometimes
it makes
me weep
laughing.
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