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I could paint the world with the colors of his eyes Creating an everlasting hue of a soft, brown glow. Yet I wonder, at what point will the hue be just a remnant Of what was and not a reminder of what is? Every lingering touch and every blushing cheek My world seems just a little brighter. At what point will the radiance hurt my eyes? Or worse. When will it hurt his?
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Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
His Eyes
I could paint the world with the colors of his eyes Creating an everlasting hue of a soft, brown glow. Yet I wonder, at what point will the hue be just a remnant Of what was and not a reminder of what is? Every lingering touch and every blushing cheek My world seems just a little brighter. At what point will the radiance hurt my eyes? Or worse. When will it hurt his?
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Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
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