Her brown iris's wandered around the room,
darting from the floor to the ceiling.
Beads of sweat blanketed her forehead,
the side of her head and her back region.
She didn't dare question the cerulean oculars
about her whereabouts,
as they only pierced back to her own.
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A Plethora Of Poems
RandomDespite the name, the content in this book isn't purely just poems; more so, it is filled with poetic thoughts that are synthesized through divinity, albeit the creator is far from reaching said quality. With that being said, you'll enjoy these shor...
