when i see your eyes, the dancing wind from dreamland crushed my heart for a damn moment. i love how you bestow me a sideway glance, i can feel the sparkles twinkling in my eyes. when you walk, when you put your hands on your pocket, your poker face, your slight smile that tickles me.
i can feel my lips stretched after i saw you, wearing that hoodie while your hands are in the pocket. those deep eyes that captured me instantly.
it is so damn crazy. you're crazy for making me react like this. this is crazy that i wanted to grab a rolled-up magazine and smack your head.
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Epistles for my thorned metaphors
PoesiaCompilations of my proses and poems. Feel free to read.
