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Sunday, October 21, 2012

Dear Technicolor Eyes,

I have to admit that you are utterly captivating.

I can't say any more than that, even though I know there's no chance you're out there. 

But you know how you said that sometimes someone just strikes some perfect chord in you, and you don't know why, but you're drawn in? 

Something like that must have happened. 

Granted, with one three-letter word, a word that seems to have been implanted 2 or 3 months prior, you had the ability to drop me from the celestial height to which I'd already floated. 

But for some reason, it didn't stop that perfect chord from ringing in my ears. 



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