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My heart stops when I see him, I am speechless like a baby. Would you be so innocent, man? I spend hours thinking. My eyes are on the lines of the book, I can only imagine his eyes. As many writers and poets as there are, Words that are not enough to describe. Even when he went the other way, My imagination remains with him. I can't look at him His eyes are drawn to him. Yes! Yes it is! i said to myself The half of me that I searched for without knowing it. Maybe what I said is funny, I liked him without knowing it. Even in my dreams at night, Thin hands turn the pages of the book. Is this a dream or my imagination? My eyes see nothing but him.