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Your eyes,
Were the color of the sky
sapphire blue,
Your mask was so strong
or
closed, was my mindThey say eyes are the windows
to the soul,
Maybe I was blind
or
you had lost your soul.------------------------------------------
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We Don't Belong
Poetry*she stared at the other side* Was it dark or was it light? She has to choose what is right, But the shadows are fading, as shadows don't form without no light. She has to see through her mind in which she has been captured, she has to fight her dem...