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Your eyes are made of molten metal,
The darkest, deepest shade of black.
I can’t recall – have we met, yet?
If not, I want to go back
And make it happen. Only then,
This life will get much more compelling.
It doesn’t matter where or when,
The time is best at storytelling.

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