Glistening crystals constellate your skin,
Clinging to the edges of your pores.
They're iridescent
Under the fluorescent light.
-Creating constellations only i can observe.
And your brown-green eyes
Look even greener than before.
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Lips too caught up with the sight,
As three words clings to my throat.
“I love you”.
Please don't let go.
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