her eyes
sultry eyes
big and blue
with pupils
so huge
beautiful eye
large and round
like twin moons
over a facial horizon
mirrored eyes
can only stare
deeply into black
worriless voids
beaten eyes
once big and blue,
now black and bruised,
feel old and used
raped eyes
heavy weighted lids
close in tears
as bittersweet peace comes
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I am me, who else could i be, for if i were not me who else would be? who would be me, and who would i be, it would get too complicated so i will just be me.
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