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Looking On.

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What are eyes?
Things that we see with

In mine, I see yours,
fresh like new morning drops of dew on grass,
as you look on

Blinded, I am;
by the pool of beauty,
that yours are,
as I look on.

Do keep looking,
’cause I am AmyWinedout,
and twice comforted
by the brilliant aura
of the fair lady that you are.

>>>This is from the “archives”. It was penned on the 25th July 2011, and inspired by a “little wunchy, muchy, crunchy girl, a cure for sore eyes.

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