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January 7, 2014
You tell me every day, how my eyelashes are the most delicate additions to my face.

You say how they flutter when I blink, and the way they push together when I squeeze my eyes shut, crows feet appearing on the outlines when I laugh. How they hood my eyes when I want no one to see; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way the mascara makes them look longer than they originally are, for show.

Oh, how you know me.