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The earth was skinned alive Then its epidermal dirt… was slowly rubbed in eyes Rendered blind Tilted head When the sun rests high Begging… “Sun, catch my iris” “Sun, catch my iris” To no avail. Pupils drowned in the dark Dilate and swallow. The loathing hollows This vessel filled with rich soil.
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
Dark eyes.
The earth was skinned alive Then its epidermal dirt… was slowly rubbed in eyes Rendered blind Tilted head When the sun rests high Begging… “Sun, catch my iris” “Sun, catch my iris” To no avail. Pupils drowned in the dark Dilate and swallow. The loathing hollows This vessel filled with rich soil.
I used to hate my dark eyes.
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
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