For T
Glass eyes
Transparent to the naked eye
Windows to the soul and back
But you'll never understand her pain
She's above assigning blame
Like a wave it'll wash over her
She'll rise up from the tummult of the raging sea
She understands what it menas to drown
She knows better then to count on men with capes
But her glass eyes reveal the ocean within her
The depths of the sea know her sorrow
Her face is misleading
The waves in her eyes show the truth.
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