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travis sad

his eyes at times

the aquamarine

of a sunlit sea.

they narrow into slits

that intensify

their splendour.

they brim,

molten with the sorrow

of a lost child.

they radiate a warmth

that welcomes you like

the sudden tight clasp

of a friend’s arms,

the glowing amber

of a fireside.

but latterly

they are cold, blank,

their expressionlessness

a void that could

swallow your soul.