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What's in a soul That we find of such interest Captivating and consuming If the eyes are its windows What do we hope to find For even windows tell lies About what is within We see what we want It stands to reason to believe That eyes are not the windows in fact But they are the illusion makers And perspective shapers The eyes hold other eyes Convincing while locked Displaying what is meant to be displayed The soul stands on its own It is not shown until it is desired to be shown
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Lying Eyes and Windowless Souls
What's in a soul That we find of such interest Captivating and consuming If the eyes are its windows What do we hope to find For even windows tell lies About what is within We see what we want It stands to reason to believe That eyes are not the windows in fact But they are the illusion makers And perspective shapers The eyes hold other eyes Convincing while locked Displaying what is meant to be displayed The soul stands on its own It is not shown until it is desired to be shown
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
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