Drawn on my desk,
every part of her shaded
with the utmost precision.
The body she sports
voluptuously caresses the shiny surface.
No matter how hard I try,
my gaze returns to her eye,
one is covered by slender frolicking bangs,
but the other stares back at me,
seeming to follow me wherever I tremble.
The pupil should be gray
like the pencil that devised it's beauty.
Instead I find myself confused in color
as if it were refracting rays of sunshine
like a prism laying in the summer sun.
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