He peered around the corner with his beady eyes.
The spectacles he was wearing almost made them look normal.
Anyone else and it would have been your typical goldfish bowl look.
Yet you could tell something was odd.
That strange look everyone recognises.
Then again who is everyone?
Who determines the look,the style,the image?
His beady eyes are unique.
They glisten.
There is a certain beauty an absolute kind.
Behind them lies a radiant soul.
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