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Oct 2018
I stare with out control into your deep green eyes

All I seem to see is our fall, my demise

Yet I can’t tear mine from yours

The longer
The deeper I look

The more pure you become, as I search with out prevail

For a fault
       A fail
      
I guess this is how I’ll live now

In pain

In constant fear of never finding someone like you again.
Written by
Carter  M
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