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Nov 2017
you have boring eyes,

or that's what you say.

But in the fluorescent lights of a classroom
they are an icy grey, piercing through my soul.

And in the sunlight of the waterpark,
they shine like the sky: as bright as your smile.
I mean that's what you think but you're not that simple
Written by
Ella  14/F
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