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Your eyes are the sea at a boardwalk on a sunny day, with the sea foam splashing small children holding onto their drippy ice cream cones, begging their mothers for "one last ride". Your eyes are the sparkle in a sapphire stone, Precious, something to be coveted and treasured. And when you smile...your eyes, they glitter and dance, like sparks flying off of a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
Your Eyes
Your eyes are the sea at a boardwalk on a sunny day, with the sea foam splashing small children holding onto their drippy ice cream cones, begging their mothers for "one last ride". Your eyes are the sparkle in a sapphire stone, Precious, something to be coveted and treasured. And when you smile...your eyes, they glitter and dance, like sparks flying off of a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
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