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Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
It's only love: at the end of the day, there are still thunderstorms and sunsets
she had mood ring eyes
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Things you can tell just by looking at her
For someone who writes about love as much as I, writing about it when it's real sure is hard.
The Dead Hand
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
The erotic nature of storms
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
One-Punch Man
How do I submit a writeup of my own?
This thunderstorm intimacy
How to build a character in fiction
Yosemite Decimal System
a dream is just a hand picked delusion
pity party
Ever made it with an aardvark? We're quite rare.
Blonket
Fake Plastic Trees
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