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I always dreamt of blue cerulean eyes,
One that holds sunken treasure in its cavity,
Two that can read emotions and lies,
Instead, waking up to eyeless sockets,
Both bleeding and null of life,
She said, I can see better without my eyes,
I envision through my beating heart.
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"Eyes can be blind, but the heart sees..."
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A World of Poems
Poesia"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
