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what do i do?

she had kept me from the blinding of the eyes

silence of the ears,

darkness of the mind

but i fear her saturation running dry

color i had been seeing with thy heart

not eyes

seeing parts of her when i reflect upon myself

who is who?

it's hard to tell

but she, of course,

is more divine

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