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THE WAY YOU LOOK (AT ME)
Hopefully, one day, I will become a jumble of memories nestled in what it is the sweetest of the glances: the way you look at the world.
(The way you look at me)
So close your eyes and sleep, my love, those eyes
won't do you any good. The calm after the storm, knocking down the black and shiny night air that supports your retina. Buried forever in the breaking of dawn that lives in your iris. The one who escaped in a calm gallop, driven out of that darkness. Remaining there the singing wind, the victorious
innocence of destiny.
And staining your gaze with the light of the rising sun,
feigned deep for living by
day.
