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Jun 2018
Her brown eyes are like polished
mahogany, their rich hue deepened with a subtle glimmer, lacing beauty into every flower bed they touch. They hold an irresistible warmth and clarity, reflecting a depth that's both inviting and enigmaticβ€”like the first sip of coffee on a quiet morning, awakening something deep inside. They shimmer, like stardust, each glance revealing a gentle spark, as if they're harboring a soft, unspoken magic just for you.
Words of a withering soul
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