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❛And when your enchanting ochre eyes were laid on my withered charcoal night eyes, I could swear, they wiped the poor dusty desolate out of 'em.
Each of your fine lucious eyelashes delicately curtains your honeysuckle soul, I could absorb your idyllic vanilla aura into my frail mourning doves.
Deep pools of galaxy lie in your mesmerising irises, those which behold the tempest of swirling gray irises of mine.
So dear lover, drown me in your nectarous drinking ambrosial orbs, for I would let my mind flow in the symphony of chaos of your pretty brown eyes, letting go of your pretty little lies.❜
