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Oct 2
I never looked at people's eyes, 

Until the day I met yours.

And now I can’t stop watching—

Them shine like a cool jewelled moon.
I found an island in your eyes:

Whole continents, mountains, Eden.

I found comfort in your eyes—

They hold me like soft mothers' hands.
But I know they won’t hold me long.

Time will come; they’ll turn bored.
Written by
Konrad
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