The eye

Blame the eye,

for it shares your secrets with me.

Blame it,

as the spark in it reveals the shiver in your body.

Like the game of chess,

you can plan the moves ahead,

but you can’t predict them all

you can try and look away,

but I’ll chase that look,

and in that one moment I catch it,

I know,

because that spark is there,

for me,

because of me.

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