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A Blossom Forsaken

She would go on counting her flaws,

while I was captivated by nothing but those dark eyes—

eyes that, with the faintest touch of sunlight,

shed their shadows and bloomed into amber.

 

I drift into thoughts of you, morning and night,

as if enchanted—these smiles, they are yours alone.

If only you could see yourself through my eyes,

you’d lose your heart in a single breath.

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