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Jun 25
His eyes
Blue and grey with yellow flames
I could look in them and waste away
When I look at a painting
I stare to commit it to my memory and never forget
But as soon as I turn around it slips away
It is like looking into his eyes
Trying to find the flames
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UnRavel  F
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