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So...we're done? Apparently I can't write short stories anymore. Only poetry. So, yeah. It happens.
Of course, LJ messes up the spacing. But I tried to fix it, and it just ends up looking even worse. Hmph. Whatever.
Anyway. It's been real.
)brown eyes love better than blue eyes
brown eyes (like the hush-hush life-grow dirt)
love better than
blue eyes (like the crashy-splashy seas)
because they don't fade to
grey eyes (like the drip-drop rainy sky)
with the passing of seasons
but i've the bright eye-dia to love
green eyes (like the gangrene-infected limb you can
amputate without remorse--
and someday smirk at
the phantom itches