Holy eyes I never knew I'd beg down at your feet hold on tight I never knew I'd know much more than this open sky the wave of pain the scent of you is bliss hungry eyes they stare at me I know I know don't go
the smell of old books is heavenly i could get high off that smell it's just pure magic and i can't even explain it it just fills me with such joy you don't even know
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