Daisies

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I look at the daisies

The vision of my eyes becoming hazy.

You think her eyes are beautiful.

Finding the sky in them.

While my eyes become full of emptiness.

At least my eyes can see

That you'll choose everything about her but me.

I look at the daisies

My sight becoming hazy.....

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