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the way you move

is so tragically

beautiful

your eyes hold universes

that i wouldn't mind losing myself in

your fingertips cast spells

that raise my hair on end

your lips

give birth to a voice that

makes my knees go weak

but perhaps

the real tragedy is

in admiring you

i forget that you

admire

her.

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