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If love is blind, then maybe a person who is blind that loves has a greater understanding of it.

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my head sits in the clouds

because i'm lost for words.

what was that you told me?

small words.

there were three,

i think.

do you still feel them?

i hope so.

because i do.

everyday.

do you remember me, luke?

do you remember my pale eyes?

my soft skin?

i remember you, luke.

you're big sky blue eyes.

your blonde fringe.

i loved you, luke.

no.

i love you.

but there are things.

things so unspeakable.

and those three words are

forbidden.

but i can't help feel them.

sometimes they're so strong

i shake and cry.

and remember every detail

about your handsomeness.

because, oh, how i miss

those blue eyes of yours.

now nothing is in them.

now they're not there.

and i lie to myself.

and throw myself against your

scent,

facedown.

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