The peep, glances not surprise me. Peep his noble profile, her lips sweet, soft and closed. Hold your breath almost, lest he should be troubled by my presence. Peep her skin smooth and white, where starched collar disappears hidden by a perfect shirt. Peep his hands, which clasp a stylish black pen. Peep the doodles that leaves on the paper, ink words describing a world unknown to me, never telling a dream come true. Being next to him in silence. Shine his light. Nothing else.
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