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I just realized his eyes sparkle
like car headlights ?
and ,
when I see him
from across the room ,
he looks like streetlight to me
illuminating the dark streets
around him ;
there's nowhere I'd rather be ,
than under his light ,
because -
he happened to me ;
because ,
I wear a halo when he looks at me ;
yes ,
his world moves too fast
and burns too bright ,
just like how T.S described ;
but still I want to be there
with him , and
I've no reason to explain why .
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)
YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
