Two magnificent eyes watch me, listening as I pour my feelings into her hands. They are kind, lovely eyes. Their true beauty is hidden under slicked-on black, unneeded. They are not brown. They are deep, and bright. They hold an essence of green, showing that spark in her I’ve known forever. Her two almond eyes can see me, see into me, and respond with empathy. I’ve grown up with these eyes. I’ve seen them through intuitions, bliss, and sorrow. They carry wisdom. They carry youth. They possess a certain serenity, and thrive with a certain spunk. They are lovely. She holds these eyes with class, and offers their warmth to others. She, with her magnificent eyes, is my best friend.
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