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one eye is green

like the leaves on the freshly bloomed spring trees

and the freshly cut grass in the middle of summer

the other eye is blue

like the undertones of the still green fir trees at the end of fall

and the shadows of frost and snow throughout winter

something hides within her eyes

maybe it's a secret

or maybe it's only for those who get close enough

the distant look tells me there's a cavern

a cavern that splits into many directions with no help to guide them

maybe one day i can explore that cavern and create a map

until then i will sit here and be myself

so that she can be herself

for this is only the beginning

"
-key

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