Super slowly
will you approach me.
Eyes glowing in a hazy gaze. Sweet smells of cologne,
will my waifish ways.
And so on will we tremble, when your eyes meet mine.
We will wish the world to end, with my sweet lips in thine.
It is so determined, by the misty gods above,
That our eyes meet in the beginning, and our lives end in love.
-Sigma (November 21, 2009)
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