Your eyes are small and round
They thin when you smile
See—liquid brown is their color, hated by most loved by me.
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Loving you is-
Completed through the process of elimination of all other candidates. You were chosen to be mine
Did I ask, do I want, no one would suspect
Not even you
Broken.
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Tears scream why as they creep slowly down the side of the face, my face
Does it make me sad to see her sad
Alone in a dark corner sat the doll.