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Her eyes they shine The deepest blue, matching the sky In the evening, looking off east O’er the Cascades, latest July Through smoke roasting leg of beast Can’t look away, though I do try, My mind recoils from the feast. Across the office, right at lunch I notice the tumbling sea Crashing waves cause pebbles to crunch Tsunami rolls in, wild and free Afraid to move, I ponder brunch And ask those eyes to come with me Across the table, crystal clear Aquamarine gemstones shine bright Facetted perfect shed no tear Refracting starlight in the night Bringing me peace, removing fear Those eyes make me feel I’m alright
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
stylistic imitation of Lord Byron
Her eyes they shine The deepest blue, matching the sky In the evening, looking off east O’er the Cascades, latest July Through smoke roasting leg of beast Can’t look away, though I do try, My mind recoils from the feast. Across the office, right at lunch I notice the tumbling sea Crashing waves cause pebbles to crunch Tsunami rolls in, wild and free Afraid to move, I ponder brunch And ask those eyes to come with me Across the table, crystal clear Aquamarine gemstones shine bright Facetted perfect shed no tear Refracting starlight in the night Bringing me peace, removing fear Those eyes make me feel I’m alright
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
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