Her eyes weren't blue. - Blue was pure.
Her eyes weren't green. - Green was serene.
Her eyes weren't hazel. - Hazel was wise.
Her eyes weren't brown. - Brown was humble.
No.
Her eyes were jet black. - Grotesque as a smoker's lungs... Majestic as night's starry skies.
She was confidence.
Confidence watched Beethoven compose. - The alike who drove his passions mad.
Confidence wrung Juliet's heart and dug her glory and grave.
Confidence looked deep into heart's soul and lured vile pride,
but confidence esteemed herself and married her solace and rose.
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