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I want to see your eyelashes at the first rise of the sun. I want to see your eyelashes dance as you laugh and play. I want to see your eyelashes at rest as you sleep, safe in my company. For then there will be no more lashes for this heart and soul.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 10, 2021.
Eyelashes, long and black, were heaven's whips for my soul.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 10, 2021.
Blonde eyelashes were a lacy trim around each perfect sea-hued iris.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 10, 2021.
She whipped me with her eyelashes.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 10, 2021.
Such tiny flutters of the eyelashes tell of an enchanting vulnerability, of a soft and gentle heart.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 10, 2021.
The blacker the eyelash, the brighter the star it frames. I see you. I do.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 10, 2021.