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May 2015
you've got eyes everywhere
               but inside their original sockets
       blind; but
          they see everything for you
                  they got your back
    as well as mark your impediments
            to further your ego
             they are eyes and they blink
       when you don't want them too
they are everywhere - building their
              huts when you desire kingdoms
it's not a love poem, for once. WHO KNEW
erica court
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erica court
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