Heterchromia Centralis
The perimeter lush as an Irish spring
Green with envy for affection
The center soft as weak tea
Gold as her virtue
But then those black abysses
Deep as the hell itself
See anger, see pain, see hatred
Reflect only the love inside
Heterochromia eyes
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