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Apr 2015
No one ever notices my eyes.
They aren't green like the tides,
or a blue reflection of the sky.

They are dark hills of chocolate,
surrounded by tan skin.
My dark hair surrounds me
traps me,
I am locked in.

My soul is bright
full of laughter and spirit.
I scream so loud,
but no one can hear it.

I hide behind my brown eyes
The perfect cover, the best disguise.
Anonymous J
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Anonymous J
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