poems thru my eyes
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what is it that I see that no one else sees the same? what is it I feel that no one else feels the same way? these poems I don't understand ive made them and I only understand them by what I know but the real question is. what do you see when you read them? what is it that you feel? what is the story these words create in your head? what is it you see?
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