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Her eyes were windows to her soul, Aching sight of lovelinesses Could see. Realties were her black eyes, Shaped only to look fascinating And cold.
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
Her Eyes,
Her eyes were windows to her soul, Aching sight of lovelinesses Could see. Realties were her black eyes, Shaped only to look fascinating And cold.
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mira-5
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
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