Her eyes flit by,
A single,
Shuttered glance,
Gone,
In an instant,
The sunlight,
Streaming in,
Picking out highlights,
In her ebony hair,
The shiny lustre,
Like the back of a crow's wing,
She smiles,
And I fall,
Like the dominoes,
Beneath the manicured perfection,
Of her slim fingered hands.
~Rei Shiori
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