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Brown eyes blush muted emerald,
Gold flecks match splayed moles on your neck,
Shining still vibrant as dew dusted violets,
I don't write love poems, but I love you.
Beat my chest down to the marrow,
Phantom limbs can feel pain but are still missing.

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