Hypnovember Day 29 - Duel

The watch didn't do much to block out sebastian's eyes. the sense-pleasure from the eye contact, heightened by many past inductions, made his body feel warm and soft, like chocolate left in the sun.

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The Bashful Bee

I walk with my head down, i try to avoid eye contact with anyone if possible. of course, it doesn't always work, but i at least am trying to be friendly if i do run into someone. i am heading over to my friend's house...

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Kneel down beside the jackalope and pet the eevee on the head

Then it moves over closer to you and butts its head against you softly and looks up with you with big eyes then opens and closes them slowly before finishing leaving them slightly closed.

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Hear---Eye---M.....

Poetry, slice of life, descriptive short story, perspective **hear---eye---m.....** two feet guide a body, hands give life to action a mind wanting gives into physical satisfaction defined by what's seen, shown, till more is known we rearrange with our

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poem dead eyes

My dreams are dead. i seek the tast of reveng. i see there death. i seek there soul mounted on a wall in my hell. my dead eyes see.my dead eyes fell. there hate strikes me like a leather whip cuting deep in my skin.my dead eyes see only hate. and shall

Through a Garou’s eyes

. ### through a garou's eyes © daerian garou, werewolf: the apocalypse and world of darkness © white-wolf * * * close your eyes. take a deep breath.

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Through Another's Eyes

He was resting a rifle on his shoulder, and only one eye was visible in the dark light. marie growled, "dante... you are good. too bad you have to die. do you mind?" "gurr!"

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Eyes of stone : Prologue

#1 of eyes of stone. _eyes of stone:_ a poem and story by 'iwritetragedies' _a pair. two._ _like eyes of stone, they are rough around the edges, but they come in a pair.

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Through my eyes

If only you could see my life through my eyes.

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Look into my eyes...

I couldn't even put my finger on what exactly caught my eye about him, whether it was the way he moved, the way his mesh shirt clung to his athletic form or his strange, red eyes that almost seemed to glow in the half-light of the dancefloor.

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Bird's Eye View

Bird's eye view.

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