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The way you shine, you catch eyes in butterfly nets and seal them in cool glass jars. Though it's like you don't seem to care, as hinted by the way a loose curl waterfalls over your eyes and trembles everytime you bat a lash. With the way you keep your conversations within the cave of your mouth, you'd think I'd turn away. But I am still facing you, and I am still not doing anything but gathering enough skin to tug your sleeve in a way metaphoric enough to tell you that I'm craving permission.
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