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her eyes twin galaxies



as deep and unfathomable as the universe



a crippling suspense in their depths



of frozen memories



and tragedies meant to turn another direction



stardust sprinkled over her cheeks



and he connected the freckles on her skin into neon circuit lines



each one of them with a certain meaning



she smiled softly



looking down at the book he handed her



her eyelashes casted sharp branchlike shadows over her light cheekbones 




as she looked down at the book



all the colors in her cheeks were gone



and he wondered where they were now


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