I was reading
You walked in
Our gazes grazed
Both whispered smiles
For two hours
We stole glances
Uncertain
If in mutual interest
Or you tipped ten cents
For the dime museum
And a visit to the odditorium
I see now
Eyes are not windows
They're mirrors
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
Author of LUNARTIC (and other poems)
insta: @theaaronmorrison
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