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There’s so much to say but your eyes keep interrupting me
Lost in the whirlpool of your deep blue state of reasoning. Words of comfort, words of love revolve in the abyss around me Without the anchor I’m a sailor without the ocean’s seasoning. There’s so much to say but your eyes keep interrupting me Back where we started from, open mouth no sound for words, Mesmerized in the pulse of your soul, brief flashes upon the marquee Like happiness whispering from the wings of the tiniest hummingbird. There’s so much to say but your eyes keep interrupting me Pretty orbs of blue, a heavenly sight in most men’s eyes, Tears well up, blurred is the vision left for you to see You lowered your shades upon the world, all Access Denied…
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