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He said her eyes were exceptional,
like her.
Beautiful and bewitching,
the kind that made you look
and look again,
only longer.
Eyes the color of the sea
when it’s a swirling mass
of wave and water,
the deep
churned up to reveal
what is below the surface.
Windows to her soul?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But these eyes,
he knew,
were a tempest
framed by sooty lashes,
and he always loved a good storm.
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