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[milon]

There's this forever about the green of his eyes,
the ones that reflect the sun and the blinds disguise
And it's not disturbed peace and lazy afternoons,
he's the smell after the rain, intoxicating. addictive.
the constellations by name under sheets of promises,
and the velvet of a story-teller's voice.
It's a hushed, noxious secret,
an answer to a reworded riddle.
Effortless and strenous, compromise and disagreement
I guess it's defined as interpretation and perception,
three words muttered in the passenger seat
that lifts or crushes the nations of many;
leaving devastation and reformation or satisfaction and tranquility.
Th only sincere gift time has to offer.


my ex had the most reflective green eyes.

[Lil*Angel]

Thats really good!

[milon]

Thanks Angel