Faces are a treat.
A beautiful page one hardly ever reads.
Soft, harsh, round and square.
Eyes that glisten, smile, weep and listen.  Faces you’re drawn to and faces you dismiss.
Every face tells a story you only have to look. The faces with a tan, a face thats full of lines, a face full of joy or sorrow.  I see hundreds of faces every day but i never really see them. What a pity, what a shame.
Happy faces, sad faces, made up faces, pierced faces. Green eyes, Blue eyes.

Non quite the same



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