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The eyes that could change the world. If only they could speak. For they would speak of the woes and trageties of what lies behind them. They emit light to show content. But the light is produced by fire. It burns, damages, scorns. Yet yeilds light to see the color. The beautiful color of his stained-glass eyes. -n.s.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
His Stained-Glass Eyes.
The eyes that could change the world. If only they could speak. For they would speak of the woes and trageties of what lies behind them. They emit light to show content. But the light is produced by fire. It burns, damages, scorns. Yet yeilds light to see the color. The beautiful color of his stained-glass eyes. -n.s.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
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