I have different eyes
I have different eyes, you see
It's not because they're blue like the sea
My eyes have special powers
I can try to stare for hours
If I try it will only fuzz my mind more
Ill explain, there is something wrong with its core
I look at a book and see nothing but squiggles and symbols
It gives me nothing but the trembles
My eyes can turn letters into shapes
But I don't mind because I will defy the rates
Many people with my kind of eyes never want to read or write
But I don't want them in my sight
I have over come my eyes power
Because I am no coward
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