The Description
"Eyelashes like a crow's feathers.
So long and curling down like shades over your gray eyes.
Ice cold but so loving.
So dull but shining bright.
The girl decorates the store with her bright light.
Tone, like a bust with tint.
Her face radiates.
Shadow passes as her bird-like eyes,
lift and follow me through-out the store."
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