Blind

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My eyelids grow thicker

As heavy as cannon balls

I'm incapable of seeing

Seeing your fists

Flying towards me like arrows

Sharper than the thorns

Thorns attached to roses

That you once gave to me

Back when it was easy

Back when it was love

Back when war was between countries

Not between two people

With a mutual feeling

Hate.

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