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Sometimes I just want to stare deeply into your eyes and be caught in the trance that is you. Sometimes that’s what I want to do. But if for no other reason, I want to be loved by you. To be worthy of, to be noticed by, is enough to make my day. My life even. I am a peon wandering the streets of Soulsville. Looking for a scrap of meat and a warm place to lay my head. Would be nice if it were in your bed. But that’s alright. Just standing in the bitter cold, looking through the frost on your bedroom window is enough for me. Because I have you, in this small little tiny place in my heart. It’s like I’m keeping your name in that metal box on my earring like Pilate. So I’ll know who I am. And who I am is a girl so in love with you that reason flies out of the window, time ceases to exist , and I lose my sense of self when you acknowledge my presence.
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