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Our eyes touch And we exchange Do you love my gaze Or hate the change These ones are red filled, with rage These have betrayal engraved Most are tired with a dead stare Triangular within the frame Some are brown, few are grey Some hateful, few playful Some don't look, wouldn't dare Some are serious, others are hideous Some fear what is there Some don't even care All are different None are perfect But they all come in pairs
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 6:44 PM UTC
Eyes
Our eyes touch And we exchange Do you love my gaze Or hate the change These ones are red filled, with rage These have betrayal engraved Most are tired with a dead stare Triangular within the frame Some are brown, few are grey Some hateful, few playful Some don't look, wouldn't dare Some are serious, others are hideous Some fear what is there Some don't even care All are different None are perfect But they all come in pairs
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 6:44 PM UTC
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