lashes like the bark of pine trees after a heavy rain
when they're wet, the stick together like little tee-pee huts
all alignment of bark and night
the outer corners of your eyes droop down like you have a big secret to tell,
but you don't
so when you're sad, it intensifies and my heart stops
your eyes like a child's, so innocent
like you cannot understand why people have to be so mean
the color is the prettiest
like watercolor of the lightest wash of teal
over golden sea-glass
the color of catalina's oceans;
transparent but layered with beauty
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