I want to see your eyelashes at the first rise of the sun. I want to see your eyelashes dance as you laugh and play. I want to see your eyelashes at rest as you sleep, safe in my company. For then there will be no more lashes for this heart and soul.
Such tiny flutters of the eyelashes tell of an enchanting vulnerability, of a soft and gentle heart.
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