Eyes
An ancient bunch experiencing brightness and the darkness of the World
I am not here to witness injustice
I am here above
All looking over the world in all its splender.
I am not here for what vine things come out of my neighbor.
I am not here to experience the filth of the environment.
I am here to see pink, purple, and blue.
I am here when you lose a pet or your family member.
I am here when you...
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