Eyes

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When we met

they were blue,

clear like a sky,

like water pure.


We became close,

they became pink,

I liked you,

you liked me.


But then it ended,

they were red,

you were angry

I didn't like them.


Time flew by

they were black

I wished I had left

with all my heart.


Now I'm free,

I'm so glad,

even when they

have gone blank.

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