He strikes again.
Part of the List
Style of your hair,
shape of your eyes and your nose,
the way you stare
As if you see, right through to my soul,
It's your left hand and the way
that it's not quite as big as your right,
the way you stand in the mirror
before we go out at night,
Our quiet time,
your beautiful mind,
They're a part of the list.
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