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It was God's cruel gift
he gave unto me
the ability ,
to look into someone
through their heart
(and see)
The eyes are a portal
through which light flees
(be it)
white or dark
it's all revealed
to me
The words they say
or in silence be
(unto my eye)
there is all to see
Sometimes the overload . . .
the thousands touched
looking for gold
not finding much
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
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It was God's cruel gift
he gave unto me
the ability ,
to look into someone
through their heart
(and see)
The eyes are a portal
through which light flees
(be it)
white or dark
it's all revealed
to me
The words they say
or in silence be
(unto my eye)
there is all to see
Sometimes the overload . . .
the thousands touched
looking for gold
not finding much
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