Food for the Dead Poetry
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His eyes were a crystal blue fused with a touch green, being the base for his iris. But close to the center - right close to the pupil - an intense white, yellow complextion saved a section of the eye for itself. It was random yet fit perfectly. His eyes were indescribable. Mesmerized, she reached out and hooked her...
"What makes a guy special?" "When he buys me nutella ice-cream and makes me laugh like nobody else can." "Are you sure you're not talking about me Jada?" He asked, smirking. current cover made by @nutellababy-