Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?
Walker Percy, author (1916-1990)
You said it was the way I looked at you played with your fingertips drowned in your eyes starving your skin you felt happiness again your ...
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