The third eye sees my lies
The lies I have told
The lies I have kept
The third eye sees my past
My past I regret
Of all the suffering I have caused
The third eye sees through me
Into my soul
Into my deepest thoughts
The third eye sees me
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A Very Old Book of Poems
PoetryA old book of poems that I wrote when I was little. (so don't judge)
