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'...With my little eye'
I spy straight into your eyes
a wormhole that leads to my heart
I cry but not with my eyes
rather inside it tears, tears apart
My side-eyes with you're walk-bys
a refined piece of art by my heart
Then I slide, with tears in my eyes
right into yours' deep blueish hue
I cry as I realize that it's sexual
orientation, the cause of the separation between me and you.

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