Her eyes were brown like hot chocolate and dark coffee, warm like the fur of a cat laying in the sun. You could lose yourself in the depth of her eyes and may never find a way back out. When the sun hit her eyes, they became golden honey, shining in thousand shades. It really was art.
But when you pissed her off, her eyes became hard like the rocks every ship would shatter on.
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Short StoryI'm just going to write all these dialogues and situation down here that come to my mind. Some will be based on situations I experienced some will be actual copies of them and some will be completely fictional. Also some poems will be here. The chap...
