she walked down the street, silently. like
a normal human being, with no emotion on her face, eyes just empty. no guilt, no fear. if it was for someone else, they would have named it cruel to those dispassionate eyes,
but it was, her. she had something different in her, although she was just like one of us too, maybe.she stopped in her lanes, staring in her tracks and thinking deeply with her infamous emotionless face.
she was looking at him. there stood he, the boy with hazel eyes, looking at the heavenly liquid, a book in his hand.
she stared at him for a long while; was she admiring him or aiming at him, no one could figure that out. you might think she held no emotion, no feelings, but,
her gaze held an emotion, but no one could figure it out.
she needed someone who would figure out her anonymous feelings, maybe.
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speckles of sky.
Poesiai await his lingering gaze on me, to be the shining liquid he gape everyday.