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His Eyes

His eyes
Are the color of the skies
The color of the rain
The color of my pain
And he sighs
Exasperated again
Because he knows what’s coming next.
He’s the reason why I lie awake at night
The reason why I cry.
He says soo many things.
But it’s only heartache that he brings.





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