Stars Are Eggs
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People are pulchritudinous
It fills my heart with happiness
Eye contact made in passing
A smirk, a glance away
It’s a moment of intimacy, fleeting
Creates longing, but pleasant
Our eyes may never again connect
But the imprint is warmth forever
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