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The marble irises in the shining network of possibilities
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Ocean Eyes
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Crapolla, Italy
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Sunrise
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The Hidden Gardens
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The Lonely Paths
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Green lady
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Crapolla, Italy
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Hazel eyes
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Hazelnut
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In the irises the abyss, the ice crystals, the winter
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With a cute little bunny
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Little vintage boy
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Little vintage boy
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Autumn toned curls
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A black soul makes its way into the irises of my eyes: it is the color of my ashes, lives ashes
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The white rabbit is late, but time has passed. It has passed!?
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How can you be the mirror of something like the soul?
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Everyone will lie in the hammock of your smile
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Hiding places of happy looks
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Easter is still the glimmer of hope
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In iris galaxies there are infinite worlds and elliptical majesty