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I'd always heard warnings about cold blue eyes and shiny green orbs. What no one ever told me, was the danger sweet brown eyes could bring. So, I'll be the first one to tell you about this drug. Brown eyes come with rosy lips. Be careful about those lips too. They push venom into your system and leave their breath pumping through your veins. They also come with warm hands. Hands that burn like fire and scorch words on your skin. All of that is topped off with the sweetest voice. If angels and demons sang a lullaby, that would be the sound of brown eyes' voice. And when those eyes join those lips in a smile, the whole world melts around you, like the sun is staring at you and whispering poems. You never forget about those lips, and how they also join those eyes to do something else: to speak in a soft voice such harsh words, and not blink. Not once. When they say goodbye, when they see your tears, the sun doesn't flicker. And then the brown eyed sun sets, leaving a bright red sky. And everyone knows what follows the sunset. Darkness and darkness, an infinite night. Even though now I lay insomniac through the late hours, I never forget those beautiful eyes warming me up.