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Apr 2017
Her eyes are like the threads in a sweater when you looked close enough to see.
Warm and brown and beautiful.
And when she looked at me, on the coldest December.
The cold would melt away, and I'd feel warm.
Even in a storm.
Her eyes would warm.
And her smile would shine
And send shivers down my spine.
I've never been so warm and cold at the same time
Nilan Gerald Handunge
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Nilan Gerald Handunge  Sri Lanka
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