i like your beard.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Iris
She drank her martini
Watched people walk by
The room was dark and crowded
But her eyes, bright like the moon
Her outfit was expensive,
Not that it mattered
Distracting, turquoise eyes
You cannot look away
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