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Gateways

March 1, 2011
By Anonymous

Pools of serenity sinking into me, sharp and cool yet welcoming. They tease and they try my self control, they say the eyes are a gateway to the soul. Deep blues and crystals toy with my mind, all my confusion is left behind. Touched softly with a butterfly kiss, a wink or a tear is a pity to miss. Your eyes tell a tale of heartache unknown, and my eyes will not rest 'till they rest on your own.



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