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Jan 2015
I hate looking at you,
I'm always looking off-
down-
side-to-side-
always dodging your eyes-
they are so... Blue.
The bluest of blues,
a royal effervescent
clarical blue
and as my name implies
if I look
I'll want to go swimming in them.
Curse your golden-spun hair
fine skin
sly smile
shapely nose
and above all
curse those tempting blues.
you eyes are an undiscovered part of the ocean, untouched by man.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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     WickedHope
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