Your eyes are like those of a 24 year old girl standing alone on the subway, feeling the rush of wind from an approaching train.
Your smile is like quiet hands trying to check out groceries in a language they don't know.
Your cheeks are like roses whose seeds were brought from another country and sprinkled in the park, laughing freely in the wind while families gather around the tables and sing sad songs.
Your actions are mysterious, like apartments with black criss-crossing grates.
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