Her Eyes | Visual Poem


Her eyes were like fire. They weren’t red or anything. Not particularly warm, either. They didn’t glow or “appear to glow,” whatever that means. But they had that same strange blend of familiar and miraculous— and they were always nice to look at after a long day of doing things.

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