And suddenly I was captured by that blue-eyed guy,
who drowned me looking in his ocean eyes.
He was alluring,
I like to stare at him when he's not looking.
I couldn't even look at him when he caught me.
What a gorgeous man looking at me.
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ANTHOLIMPSE
PoetryAntholimpse is a glimpses of prose and poetry that were written within this hour.
