Encountering a stranger
"They say you can always tell a lot about a new encounters eyes, that they show a lot.
I find enjoyment in guessing their lifestyles, secrets.
where do you work?
is the person sitting beside you your lover?
i love trying to guess the deepest that lies amongst you.
no standard, no judgment. Just curiousity written across my face like an unfinished crossword puzzle. your eyes in particular, they tell me nothing. I can't guess your past. as my eyes fall opon you, my curiosity kills me.
I cant figure you out but my heart hopes on a star that we will see again - then I'll learn more. "
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