He had the color
Of onyx eyes
Now I turn to black galaxies before darkness was invented;
In black, pitch dark eyes which consume me as I fade into you.
He was beautiful, so beautiful I felt my heart give a leap.
His smile was so warm.
But now I return to the cold where my heart was almost kept near.
But there you are.
With black, pitch dark eyes.
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