Your face was a blur, just how it is now. Except now your face is a beautiful abstract art, and I never blink.
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
Blink
Your face was a blur, just how it is now. Except now your face is a beautiful abstract art, and I never blink.
