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a circle of a forest of things you haven't told me yet. a sprinkle of lime to season the space of my imagination. a dash of a dirt through the endless mountains of endless staring. a bit of sunshine, to brighten my days with laughter and joy. a sparkle of gold, that only few can see.

your eyes will always be a mystery to me.

i hope i can solve it one day.

// m.m.

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