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Ignore the scent of open pores
Responsive veins that line the neck
Beauty recoils at a glance
A crude facade when you look next
Dismiss the fissure in a smile
Admire fidelity of the eyes
Despite their indecisive milieu
A depth of sanctuary they provide
Stain glass windows to the soul
Crystal orbs manifest your passion
My palm may trace the lines on yours
But our future’s in the eyes
Betrayed by rising of the chest
A vacant ascension to mark your breath
Provides an outline of your heart
But adds no lucid drift or depth
Words are but vessels for your mind
Christened with fragments of the soul
Betraying love’s capricious promises
Promoting paper years as gold
Stain glass windows to the soul
Crystal orbs manifest your passion
My palm may trace the lines on yours
But our future’s in the eyes
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