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His focus is penetrating.
Eyes like pale blue marble, hard as stone, but bendable, over time and with patience. Seeing the world differently, through such unyielding portals, it may never return what he believes a kind glance. I pity that boy with his pale marble eyes because they will never allow innocence its fair chance.
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