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Impressions

You sit in that stance,

So comfortable in your skin,

Like there’s nothing you’ve to worry about;

I look at you,

Blood tickling under my skin,

Giving me a whole universe to worry about;

Yet coming to my rescue,

With opening doors and smiles,

Or just a constant look,

Causing everything around,

To look like a magical shrine.

 
 
 

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