I see autumn reflected in your eyes -
the fading green,
a panel of mud
where the grass has worn down by the roadside;
the golden corn in the fields;
the blackness of the vacuum of night,
as your pupils suck me in
to bathe in splashes of frosty blue on the outside of your irises.
Your eyes remind of autumn.
The look you give me with them,
reminds me that I can never be with you.
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