The gaze
Paper veiled her face to the eyes, I was staring through narrow pages and falling bangs, her eyes — lit in blaze, like golden dust of dawn, with that innocent gaze.
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Paper veiled her face to the eyes, I was staring through narrow pages and falling bangs, her eyes — lit in blaze, like golden dust of dawn, with that innocent gaze.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets