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your smile;
for the unpredictable romanticism or the undeserved [honey only in your shallow views] pleasure of those 18 hours, thou only you see what remains in the empty yet eyes filled with salt solution in those leftover 6 hours of late night thoughts
-s.d [02.04.17]
your laugh;
for the familiar humorist or the excitedly sugar coated side of the sour world [i swear it's brighter than you perceive from those deep set of marbles with irises that glow], thou it's much taken as a guilty pleasure later when the friendlies vanished into their own sour world
-s.d [02.06.17]
your kindness;
for the moods of offering to those below or above to become elevated in their eyes for what your gentle, glorious, gossamer hands have to deliver in the informality of their lives, at the end of the day you question the worthiness of this kind giving but carelessly hope it pays in the dues of god
-s.d [02.07.17]
your love;
for the unconditional for those who don't dare notice [darling someone will, the right will, but haven't you noticed that you yourself haven't noticed the 'right' who do notice? just like those with the unconditional don't either?]  or for the hopelessness that you'd pursue affection for yourself, thou yet you harm yourself with criticism; in such a world who may revive from the love they only offer but not dare garnish themselves with their own?
-s.d [02.07.17]

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