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Your Eyes

I hate it ‘cause every time our eyes meet
I remember how your lips taste
and how your love felt.

I cant believe I ever had you,
seems to be something so far
out of reach of my youth.

your perfection is blinding me,
I stumble and fall and you duck away,
let me fall to my death

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