Eyes
Published on Sun, 25th May 2025 at 21:52
No eye, for this eye; as for me, you are blind; as unraveled as the sheets that await before my sleep. No rivulets seep from my skin, no fallacies reign in the deep; for time is a war of attrition, nothing more than a tradition; and what of me, you ask? my glass is an ocean away ...
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