Little things I write.

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With these burnt blue eyes I look at you.

And all I see is perfection

Inside

And

Out.

These eyes have seen havoc.

They have seen

Blood

Pain

Agony

Joy

And war.

And I can still see

All of the beauty

And perfection

And greatness you keep

On the inside

And

Out.

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