Your EyesA Chapter by Saxophoneguy
Think now,
Not later. Later is made from now. Looking at these beautiful papers, Beautiful as a paper can be. I see more; A glimpse at an artistic soul. Beautiful eyes, Your eyes, Change me. They calm me, And make me happy. I love you.
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