e u d a i m o n i a
Monday, 10 October 2016
A(void).
Usually words just flow,
When I want to write.
But tonight I'm stuck in
A void where words don't seem to exist.
You're in that void,
And somehow,
When all words are lost,
Your eyes
Are the most beautiful story I've ever read.
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