Never leaving imprinted iris , a blooming heart photographing fingerprints on fragile soul stitched together
Like shadows and untouched puzzles never knowing the picture only loving the color and the time spent together building kolidiscopes and sky scrapers
May I write a fairy tale , where you rescue me ?
The man in the puzzle is you and the girl you ask for is me , and you find that missing peice on the floor ,
And there you are looking back at me .
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