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Our eyes,
So shy in sun
Want each other,
Yet pretend so strong,
That flesh is ghost shine,
Colour, shadow with sweat,
Body without touch, blood red
As brick in weathers, strained by
Time and fade of photos in old box,
Our eyes see nothing till all is goner,
Youth, beauty, innocence, mists of soul.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
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Our eyes,
So shy in sun
Want each other,
Yet pretend so strong,
That flesh is ghost shine,
Colour, shadow with sweat,
Body without touch, blood red
As brick in weathers, strained by
Time and fade of photos in old box,
Our eyes see nothing till all is goner,
Youth, beauty, innocence, mists of soul.
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