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I miss the way you looked at me,

That one time in the store;

Your eyes were the color of dirt



After you spit in it-

The color of chocolate,

Melted on a gray coffee table.

Your socks were wrinkled that day,

They reflected your smile,

Dry and cold, wet in the corners,

Your lips looked as though they were sunburnt.

That day I hugged you a lot,

I was afraid you would slip away.

Your eyes were like my stars at night,

Bright and innocent,

And beautiful to look at for long amounts of time.