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spy.
I am a spy.
Of you.
And all your quirks.
And treasures.
And your eyelashes.
And how your words fall from your lips.
And the way you grin.
In love and sin.
How you see canvases as stories. And music as a soundtrack. To life
Your life, and mine.
Brilliance in the many you's, the cynic and divine.
Dreams and visions in a vortex of magic.
With the man in the mullet singing our song, "Love is the opening door, Love is what we came here for".
So let me spy on you.
And let me be your eyes.
© anissarae
Of you.
And all your quirks.
And treasures.
And your eyelashes.
And how your words fall from your lips.
And the way you grin.
In love and sin.
How you see canvases as stories. And music as a soundtrack. To life
Your life, and mine.
Brilliance in the many you's, the cynic and divine.
Dreams and visions in a vortex of magic.
With the man in the mullet singing our song, "Love is the opening door, Love is what we came here for".
So let me spy on you.
And let me be your eyes.
© anissarae
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