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she hoped for a glance, a dance so beautifully
put together that he would look at her marveled.
his take of inspiration that
fit ever so perfectly into her small and fragile
body that might one day allow him to peek in her direction.
she wished to capture his gaze and lock it away
for saving for all the times
she gazed at him. she would let him see how her eyes
found their way dancing about the spacious
room, only to be left balancing on him.
her view would trickle its way from the autumn
coloured hair that suited him that well to
the way his veins slightly popped out and decorated
his arms so beautifully.
but her eyes didn't catch his when he peeked
from his slumber to look at her
adoration that he was blind of. he couldn't see
admiration, or inspiration, or anything else that
poured from her dancing. he only saw her.
because he admired her, and she admired him.
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HIM
Poetrya recollection of all those times they spent just loving one another hoseok © SACCHARINEYKH
