Iris

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Her eyes guide you to her soul

Bright, sharp never getting old,

Her scars, are memories far away

Locked, forgotten for another day,

Those dreams, frightening and loud

Shatter her nights, as dark as clouds,

Love, I know it must not be easy

To be the shoulder on which you carry.

 

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