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His eyes are revolting, colorless and dull. Yet there’s something that makes them unequivocally nauseating. When I look through these windows, I see that lust and greed have joined hands with revenge and apathy to form a being capable of no earnest good. The most horrifying trait of his eyes, is not the color, nor the size, nor the dilation, but how ******* reflective they are.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
The Reflection of His Eyes
His eyes are revolting, colorless and dull. Yet there’s something that makes them unequivocally nauseating. When I look through these windows, I see that lust and greed have joined hands with revenge and apathy to form a being capable of no earnest good. The most horrifying trait of his eyes, is not the color, nor the size, nor the dilation, but how ******* reflective they are.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
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