His eyes are what I love about him the most. Maybe because I'm a lover of words and his eyes hold a thousand one. I love it when our eyes meet and I get to read the stories he hid behind them. It's like stepping into a library, filled with shelves of books of magic and adventure. But I hate it when I read pity in them because we both knew I don't belong in any of his book.
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Through The Noise
PoetryUntold stories about the noise who fell inlove with silence.
