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Apr 2014
Sometimes her eyes looked gray,
other times a crystal green,
but mostly they looked
the deepest blue.

It really didn't matter to me
what color they were,
I wasn't after her eyes,
I wanted her
changing-mind.

She was fine.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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