I’m a slave to the brown eyes from which you have shown. They glow more relentlessly than fresh wheels during R.Kelly night at the skate rink. When connected I can’t blink, instead I stand wide eyed as my unspoken spirit gets fermented. It’s evidence that your flirtatious gaze breeds benevolence.
Your aim is clear, you alchemist of archetype. Your winks be autograph. Your blinks, counter to mismanaged history. A puzzle to the mystery of lock eyed truths. Southern Brown eyes that you embraced before you were conceived and interrupted it all.
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