When she's good, she's VERY good; But when she's bad....
I recognize the face in the mirror...but not the eyes, my favorite feature.
They don't look like mine anymore....
I like eyes so much that at times I write too much about them in my fiction, in terms of description. Through the eyes one can see the soul.
I like eyes so much that at times I write too much about them in my fiction, in terms of description. Through the eyes one can see the soul.
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