You turn 100 years into one day, the way you look at me, your glassy eyes staring into my soul. The way you voice imitates a smooth melody when you tell me you love me. I do my best to brush against you when I can because the touch of any part of your body makes me feel like an angel floating high above. You make me want to watch you at every time of the day, if you were to leave I would follow, if you told me to jump I would leap. I would do anything for you because you turn a counterfeited 100 years into one genuine day.
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