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
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