Eyes

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They are the vessel from which we see the world,

 sometimes clouded, sometimes clear,

 taking snapshots of our lives,

 through glass lenses,

 adjusting the focus may be necessary.

 They hide a world of pain,

 or tell a thousands emotions,

 all in one look.

 We use them as a tool,

abuse them,

miss then when they are broken.

They are how we experience the world.

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