Andrew D Robertson (March 25,1986 / Orange, California)
Her eyes are the abyss I get lost in. As I fall, I search around me and take in all the wonder. Where am I? What is this place? I see something in the distance. I start soaring towards it and realized yet another wonder: a bright green something was flooding into this wonderous abyss from an oddly shaped crack. A winged-heart engulfed in green throwing out sparks of white light which I came to realize were memories. The random reeled memories of one in love. I glided forward, against the strong current of energy. I reached out and laid my hand upon the crack. Suddenly, I was forced away as the light stopped and the crack in the abyss dissappeared. I was thrown upward and out of that mysterious abyss. Her eyes are the abyss I was lost in.
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