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Apr 2014
Nice eyes, though. Lauren's.
But not striking enough.

I like bluish-gray.
I see the ocean during the storm.

Or greenish brown.
I see forest and moss,
or sea weeds.

But with hers,
it's dishonesty and flourishing deception.
Lacus Crystalthorn
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Lacus Crystalthorn
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