Who knows what you're for me? You are like the moon. Always there, always in my thoughts. And you are so beautiful. But maybe you're just a huge rock that floats in space. Maybe you are not mystical. Perhaps you are nothing but dust. Maybe not magic. Maybe. And maybe I have absolutely no idea where all this leads me. Maybe I need to sort it all new and in order. But the picture of your eyes obscured my vision of where I stand and what I was headed.
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