They say I have the kind of eyes that get lost in daydreams and lips that remember secrets I haven’t whispered yet. I live in the soft chaos between poetry and touch, letting each moment become a quiet promise you feel under your skin. I don’t just want you to watch me—I want you to feel me, in the pauses, in the breath you catch when you forget where you are, in the spark you didn’t know you were missing. .
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