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ginger lyric

andreé in poetry.

She looked into those eyes, past the feathered lashes. Flecks of gold sparkled in them and she found herself drowning in them. All was lost except those eyes, and words ceased to matter, because truth was all she could see. The very soul behind those eyes was painted in a perfect picture before her and she could see all of it, the flaws, the beauty. And the love. And she tore her eyes away. Was she afraid? yes. Because the love that she thought she had ignored, suppressed, was mirrored in those eyes. And the truth of it struck her. She had fallen hard for that soul, for those eyes.

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