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Sep 2015
They are blank, blank, blank
Your eyes, they bear nothing
But I sank, sank, sank
Into the depths of this "nothing"

Masked in an expressionless face,
there's nothing more to erase...
there's no beauty, there's no grace
But why do I still go upon your pace?

It's all black, black, black
It's a pool of no return
But you're still back, back, back
How come you survived your left turn?

Bizarre it is, you came through the day
To the flowers a'blooming in the springs of May
Swallowed it whole, the sun's lightning ray
I know I cannot escape, but may I be here to stay?
Your eyes

© Cyrille Octaviano
9/24/15
@ 10:43 am
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Cyrille Octaviano
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Cyrille Octaviano
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