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His Eyes


What a sight

Looking into his eyes

Staring back into mine

Smiling so bright

 

A sort of grey and blue

A mixture between the two

The perfect mix of color

Looking right into mine

 

Lost,

So lost

In luke warm ocean water

The two colors the oceanside provide

 

In the winter of his eyes

Chills, chills through my body

Icy,

But brings warmth to my heart

 

Piercing through my heart with a glance

A dagger that patches up my holes

A sort of dance

My heart is whole

 
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