I used to say I didn’t like brown eyes.
They were too boring
I preferred green or blue --- anything
Your eyes intrigued me.
The color of your eyes,
Not too far from the dirt I used to hate,
They’re lined with a fine line of dark disgust or excitement.
I could never tell which.
They twinkle when you laugh
Like the sun shining off of fresh mud after the three-day storm that is
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