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Eyes

There are those whose eys, unable to contain the pain, have turned to glass.

There are those defiled, for sport or gain, whose eyes are now portals,

from which pure evil peers.

But equally sad are those eyes, seeing evil they can not comprehend,

So they pretend... they see nothing at all.

 

 

written  2016/ illustration by Marla Joy

 

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