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.
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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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