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A Longer Look
Your eyes are also like quarries that filled with
rain water and became lakes
Pretty opaque pools
That hypnotize
That make my senses drag themselves to the edge and submerge
Drowning out the rest of the world
Your beauty waterlogs
Clogs my mind
Washes it of all other awareness
Makes sure than you’re my only focus
Under your spell like hocus pocus
Or “Crucio"
This is just torture, you know.
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Alex Roberson
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