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Jan 2014
It's been so long, hundreds of hours that I've last seen those dark, brown eyes.
My mind's picture of them has lately, simply just blurred,
but the world has sharpen up.
I can finally tell the difference between the people hurrying down the streets of the city,
and suddenly, the world doesn't seem so black and white.
I can finally, perfectly see other eye colors
apart from that only shade of dark, brown.
And I woke up from my at-last-dreamless slumber,
realization hit me hard exactly seventeen minutes after-
my thoughts had abandoned you.
Liz Delgado
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Liz Delgado  Caribbean
(Caribbean)   
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