A fire set ablaze, but not in the forest or the pit. A fire lit in my heart by her wild eyes. They shine with passion, pain, and anger. Her wild eyes tell me what her mouth can’t. The passion and pain so held back while the anger lingers and awaits for its next opportunity to come out. I can see through her wild eyes and I see such compassion, but such loneliness. So alone is my wild eyed girl. So alone am I…

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