How captivating her eyes seemed to me,
Pale and blue like my father's.
Eyes that had held me as aware as I had ever been-
That my lips were chapped and my hands were cold and damp with sweat.
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Cold, pale blue pools into your pupil.
The eyes I might have longed to see
If I never grew to fear their judgement of me.
Who I am, who I was, and who I am going to be.
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