Your eyes surround me invisibly;
when I move, my body moves inside your eyes.
Your weight is all over me but now they don’t look the same.
No more in literature.
Your eyes surround me invisibly;
when I move, my body moves inside your eyes.
Your weight is all over me but now they don’t look the same.
No more in literature.
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Thanks @thesarahdoughty
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