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Eyes are called

windows into your soul

But sitting in front of you

listening to the buzzing of drones

I see nothing

A blank space

          demonstrative of nothing


When I look past you, outside

I see life teeming

the life I wanted

to see in your eyes

It fills me with a longing

          to be among it

To play, to breathe

          to be


And I am filled with fear

at what you might see

when you find mine eyes

The same vacancy?

The same void?


That's fucking terrifying

7/17/14  


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