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she had big eyes. they would swallow you whole and you would decompose slow within them. pulsing and shrinking. acid eating away at your soft flesh. her warm mannerisms. inviting. gentle laughter such a comforting beauty- the strongest weapon. it's sharp and precise. and those eyes could take any colour. if raining they might seem a dark brown. if sunny, and looking out onto water, they could go through blues and greens. and occasionally avoiding colour altogether and simply reflecting your own shade back at you, so that you would feel as if you knew her. and you wanted to know her. but you didn't think you ever would... and now that you do, those eyes are a stunning curse that only come alive when you sleep. closing eyes to see them open. constant reunions painful. they will never go away. she will never go away. she has you.