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Nov 2013
I gazed upon her solemn eyes as I analyzed the windows to her soul - a blank and dead world that has seen too much hurt and pain. Her iris - they came in a set of two, were of a chocolate shade, like milk chocolate. Bloodshot were they, and also lifeless. They were her eyes. Her visuals. Her tools of analysis.

-x.o.
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