I'v convice myself of him

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His eyes where never more then eyes, untill mine would look for the color in them.
His smile never more then a smile, untill it started to apper onto my dreams.
He was nothing more to me then everyone, untill my heavy heart turned him into someone who could hold it.
Using the same magic the poets use.
Giving everything meaning.

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