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Plato's Optic Runaway PM
I've given up on titles. I was just reminiscing about my best friend's beautiful stormy sea-glass eyes, and how I want to kill myself every time I look at them...it's my fault she looks at me...like...that...
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Poetry - Words: 37 - Reviews: 12 - Published: 09-05-03 - id: 1391927
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A lilting tempest's far off spark
Of grey eyes gently blinking
To her cracking rain cloud blue
The favored parallel
To the dark side of the moon
Black coffee blemished silver
A nightmare's emptied goblet

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