My canvas, my muse.
All that parades my mind are images of you.
But our eyes, of brown and blue
Must now dance to the beat of their own ♠♠♠
Oh, how badly I wanted it to be you.
Oh, my immortally beloved, you will never know
How badly I wanted it to be you.
October 2nd, 2024
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