your eyes are the sunset with shadows on the ground in front of it, brushing their fingers through the wildflowers.
your eyes are drops of blood in a mound of snow that makes steam rise into the crispy air and spreads its color throughout the ice.
your eyes are my savior that pulled me back to my beating heart when i used to slit my wrists and watch the blood pool on my paper-white skin.
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