eyes.
i feel bad for the ones who
don't ever get to see your eyes.
they bring me so much joy and
brighten the room, your eyes,
sea green, math room chalkboard.
sea green like an early morning at
the wake, salty air, breathe in the air,
oxygen keeps me living ! chalkboard,
i learn things from you, your eyes,
my enemy, your eyes, my favorite thing.
- your eyes.
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