Your what keeps me up at night,
Even if I have glasses you're out of sight,
You give me those precious glares,
That make me want to stare and stare,
Your deadly fashion is cold and hot,
I'd kiss you but I'd rather not,
And if you're reading this near or far,
I bet you know who you are :]
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Heterochromic Crisis
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