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Odd is what it's not,
Grandeur it sure is.
O Eyes of thine!
Two of them in fact;
Sparkling, floating,
in the sea of a gloomy night.
Eyes of the sky,
Looking down under,
Eyes of the weather,
Gazing through thunder,
Eyes of the lands,
Watching over us through sands;
rocky and cloud like.
Mine eyes, and thine;
a struggle of one,
fading of another.
While mine searched for thine,
reality came into sense;
Mine eyes had gone,
a journey of life and suffering,
While thy eyes were done,
with mine journey, and life...
Ache remitted and retracted,
lungs emptied.
An abysmal need of self-destruct appeared.
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Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
