Gradual

It's the small things
A sideways glance
A shared smile
That intrigue

It's the subtle pieces
A brush of the arm
Your light brown eyes
That enchant

But in the end,
It's the little things,
My nagging fears,
Kind words ignored,
That break apart.





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