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Aug 2015
As I trace the deep skies running up my real dreams, 
my sixth sense tells me that it can feel it with goosebumps,
signifying a supernatural change and changing the colors in my eyes to a dark dark indigo.      
          
I do not know if eyes are suppose to change colors like this  
              
It always happens 

Around this time each month
Chelsea Spears
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Chelsea Spears
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