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The upturned, mischievous, dark green color-changing eyes
The way she rolled from one side of the bed to the next, lazily stretching and extending her arms, releasing her palms; invisible claws
That same calm only in real madness
One flinch and those hands would become deadly, fatal.
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Very nice. Full of wonderful metaphors. I was beginning to think she was a vampire until the end.
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7/27/2025 11:32:48 PM # 1.0.0
Great poem! A woman holds more depth and immensity in her eyes than that of a ocean.