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All I see are hazel brown eyes.

The adventures of two children who found serenity in darkness.

And my fists turn to flames at the absence of your fingers intertwined in mine.

Disclaimer: This was written about a friend. The person in this story is not me.

I wrote it about you, believe it or not.

Guess.

Don't be so soon to go, darling.

Deeper meanings.

I wrote a poem for my mother.

Disclaimer: I am not the drunk.