Of Course

April 9, 2014
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His eyes were
bottomless pools of
chestnut
glistening in the-
They dissect my cheekbones,
my jaw, my brow,
they weave themselves into my-
I lips shiver.
I suck in,
“Would you marry me?” I stare
with a shuttering giggle but my eyes don’t-
He dissects, picks, pull
up at mine inches above his-
“Of course,” they shimmer,
“Yes,” he whispers.





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