My Blond Dream10
When you push your hair to the side of your forehead,it makes a wind.
A wind that makes,waves on the ocean of your eyes.
It doesn't matter what the temperature is,in the depth of your eyes every thing is the same.
People,can't see the deep parts of the ocean,since,the light they see by can't reach the depth of your eyes,but I can see your turquoises.
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