UNSPOKEN

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Your, morning hair, jet-black, thick and seems from a good night sleep

Or made by a hand-combed, swift

Like you've never dyed it once, brown

And I thought there was missing something—a crown.

Your eyes, not an almind shape, something rectangular

Securing to catch someone's soul

And yes, you did, 

None has withstand with your windows like Sol's

Your nose, prominent one; your pointing weapon

It never loses on tracking back, on going back and burning lock

And there, you're connecting on the lines, faded

But I know and you know;

It'll never be the same as you landed

Your lips, shaded in light red, thin

And curved as id perfectly carved by a sculpture

Like you've never used it to say things, rough

And I thought there was missing something—leaving a deep mark by a hand-ruff.

—Retrace

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