my eyes become burnt out as all the seconds, minutes, and hours pass on. my eyes grow duller as the days, weeks, and months pass on. my eyes are fading as all the years and decades pass on.
it all just keeps passing on, and yet all i can do is watch my blue eyes become evanescent.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
