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Ancient Eyes
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Ancient Eyes |
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broker6 Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 132Bellevue, NE, Sarpy |
Ancient Eyes My acnient eyes see beneath the lie others would deny. They're so silky, smooth and milky... the hands of the guilty. A tender touch, they care so much, and use us for a crutch. They steal our trust, leave bitter musk... “love” done unto dust. Imagine ancient eyes old enough to die in one so young as I. They see to the core, behind closed doors, the heart's silent war. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I really like the final stanza on this one  |
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