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Jun 2017
I look into them, delicate as glass
As if merely a mirror that shimmers
From which I see your fiery passion
I warm comforting touch to compliment such a moment

Peering into the gateway of the soul
I see the flames dimmer
Yet through the fire I still see the depression
As you try to grasp what I meant

Once a simple husk,
Never more such a woe
The Eyes of course
Grim
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       --- and Timothy
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