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Iam Somerhalder is a Weirdo

you’re my ice eyes
my compactualize
see you in the morning
nice eyes.
dreaming you are mourning
the day you saw me moaning
the thing you wanted most
the girl with the moist
belt.
the best
belt.
you ever heard.

now mr. ice eyes
trying to conceptualize
the way you see me
ice eyes
can’t compartmentalize
your ice eyes
just have to dream you’re only mine.
ice eyes
my demise
weirdo
sent sour cream to my best friend
instead of me
ice eyes
i love you
but you’re ice.
total ice–
fried.
and i’m in need of a savior.
ice eyes.

they are such nice eyes
like mine
but better.

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