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Monday, February 15, 2010

Window

I've never met her
but she stays in the back of my mind
like a guilt I can't assuage
her dirty blonde hair tucked behind her ears
exposing her green eyes to the world

like a window letting me in to her favorites parts of her soul

like a secret she's dying to reveal

and I'll never tell

and I stare into her eyes
with a childlike sense of wonder
begging for the chance to discover every desire she owns

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