Cynosure
Light blue eyes.Not dark, but wise.Have witnessed the world--and a multitude of sorrows.Majestic and sweetbut yet a little mysterious, unique.If eyes are the windows to the soul,mine is clear and hollow.A slight fog covers the pane.Depth with no perception.Coruscant but dull, the ultimate contradiction.As seen within myself and my overall disposition.
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