Brochure appreciation
Your blue eyes keep so still, That I can gaze upon their very depths. You ask me, What do I want to see? I see my own well being. A glowing pair burned me once; The scar still hurts, still hurts. Yet your eyes are like the sea so clear, And like the sea, so cool and detached.
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