His eyes

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 The city below is just tiny flickers of light passing by and up here the wind is still at the moment. Striking heavenly chill passes through, if for a while I could just settle down and not think. How do I pause the thoughts though? And they aren't exactly thoughts, they are a pair of eyes. A pair of the most beautiful, dark, petite eyes that somehow make feel the cold wind warmer and the shimmer of the city fades as they claim their right to be the shiniest stars and before I could distract myself with something to keep up at the shore they submerge me in them. That gaze drowns me in so much I don't even want to breathe outside it anymore. I stay up here, on the terrace, suspended between the cold wind and the ocean of those eyes.


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