A woman with blue hair and piercings is staring at the camera
![In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun, With loops of azure twined in coiled grace, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.
A splash of crimson, like a setting sun, Adorns her with a playful, warm embrace, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun.
A choker's line 'gainst skin, so finely done, As though with careful touch, an artist's trace, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.
A gaze that holds, as if it's speaking one On one, with words that time cannot erase, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun.
Her posture speaks of battles fought and won, In quiet strength, she carves her own space, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.
So let the looped blue locks, undone, Tell stories that the heart will keenly chase, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.](https://image.cdn2.seaart.ai/static/9b502a46e04a284205a2e36b29d6d37e/1708869089886/cb7f479881e189cf4e15ec728cacbc5e_low.webp)
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In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun, With loops of azure twined in coiled grace, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun. A splash of crimson, like a setting sun, Adorns her with a playful, warm embrace, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun. A choker's line 'gainst skin, so finely done, As though with careful touch, an artist's trace, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun. A gaze that holds, as if it's speaking one On one, with words that time cannot erase, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun. Her posture speaks of battles fought and won, In quiet strength, she carves her own space, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun. So let the looped blue locks, undone, Tell stories that the heart will keenly chase, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.
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In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun, With loops of azure twined in coiled grace, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.
A splash of crimson, like a setting sun, Adorns her with a playful, warm embrace, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun.
A choker's line 'gainst skin, so finely done, As though with careful touch, an artist's trace, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.
A gaze that holds, as if it's speaking one On one, with words that time cannot erase, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun.
Her posture speaks of battles fought and won, In quiet strength, she carves her own space, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.
So let the looped blue locks, undone, Tell stories that the heart will keenly chase, In eyes of blue, a silent tale is spun, Where whispers of a hidden depth begun.
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