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Eyes that drown

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fairycatcher-Jessica

Published: Oct 23, 2008

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Raw, icy,
sharp and endearing,
cold,
upon my eyes.

Frozen, Jagged,
drowning and scared,
fear,
they all hide.

Soft, seductive,
focussed and waiting,
curiosity,
draws you close.

Submerged, drowning,
breath escapes,
death,
takes the most.

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kiwi-damnation

Oct 27, 2008

OMFG Couldn't get to the comment box quick enough to say just how amazing this is. FECK!

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