Your face is so definite it can speak with no mouth. Though when your mouth talks, it converses with your eyes who respond with remarkable glances liquid up and down there are no vacant stairs, up or down. The staircases and rooms of your eyes are well fed, satisfied and busy with a thought for every life you might lead or could, accounting for every desert and rainforest, every empire, every sonnet for every, sweetheart I appreciate you.
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