Blackhole

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Do you know what it's like to have eyes on your moves?
You'll freeze every other sunrise believing if you play dead,
they'll go blind.
Count your blessings.
Those eyes keep your body warm and gut warmer to burn a hole in you from the inside
when it's cold on the out.

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