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I often find myself lost in the forest green that is your eyes. 
The chocolatety hazel surrounding the night black of your pupils.

The shady green specks floating in your eyes, every colour, carefully woven into your orbs.
They are so captivating, more beautiful than words can discribe.

If I could, I would study them all day, every strand of colour,
every emotion.

Every feeling.

I've come to love everything about you, from your smile to the lone heart shaped speck floating in your left eye.

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