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Aug 2015
Eyes,
brown,
blue,
hazel,
green,
Eyes will wander,
no matter the color,
no matter the size,
they will wander.
They will wander on other eyes,
they will stare at the color,
The size,
the shape,
the beauty,
the movement,
everything.
They can draw you in, or scare you away,
these eyes can see.
These eyes have seen,
and will keep on seeing.
Eyes will look at something or someone and lock onto it
Eyes are the site to the heart,
Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Sometimes eyes will forget the past,
or they might sure as hell remember it.
They can forgive and forget,
they have expression.
Eyes have a personality of themselves.
They are their own person.
Claire Walters
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Claire Walters  23/F/Pennsylvania
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