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My heart was pinc,
uaine when I was distant and suspicious,
her eyes were gorm and gorgeous,
so I was helpless,
to how she harnessed my soul.

There I was,
galled by her gaze of gorm,
formed from a thousand years of history,
the swirling cyclone of the coastal air that held the ocean in it’s aching arms until they become little droplets of heaven,
heaven that would become the eyes of my lover.

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