mustn’t trade souls
for I do not what is foreign.
trading eyes–
just for a small time!–
will let us see this world in a new light from a different life.
I see how the sunlight swallows the shadows
to make this old city something golden,
but only from your eyes.
from mine you tell me you see lots of purple shapes,
blue people, yellow skies, black boxes hovering over hearts.
colorful, but ultimately confused,
perpetually lost in the woven fabrics of an elastic world.
perhaps, we should wait a minute and see if you love my eyes more,
and I yours.
~ Sammicakes
Sammicakes 
Hi dear
Would be glad if you follow my blog
Will follow your page too
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that sounds great! I just followed you :))
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Thank you
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Gorgeous
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thank you Jude!!
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My pleasure Sammi
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