He sounds so queer whenever he says she's beautiful. Deep inside, she is all simpers. Her eyes reveal such spectre. He excavates, not only her soul, he also sets deep into her wee-lashed orbs. He sees into her lenses. And that is the sole reason why his queer tone cannot be covert. Their designated universes befittingly hover throughout their sense of vision. They see through their nerve endings.
Those eyes of hers, though altered in refraction, search only him, see only him.
To her, he also is comely.
And forever inside-out, you will always be my fancy.
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November 20, 2011 at 10:25 PM
I think you already knew how to see the real beauty of a woman eh?
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He sounds so queer whenever he says she's beautiful. Deep inside, she is all simpers. Her eyes reveal such spectre. He excavates, not only her soul, he also sets deep into her wee-lashed orbs. He sees into her lenses. And that is the sole reason why his queer tone cannot be covert. Their designated universes befittingly hover throughout their sense of vision. They see through their nerve endings.
Those eyes of hers, though altered in refraction, search only him, see only him.
To her, he also is comely.
And forever inside-out, you will always be my fancy.
Those eyes of hers, though altered in refraction, search only him, see only him.
To her, he also is comely.
And forever inside-out, you will always be my fancy.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
I think you already knew how to see the real beauty of a woman eh?
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