Apr 16
My eyes,
Dead.

Nothing to see
Nothing to relish

My eyes are cast on the ground
Searching for what might bring me - anything

looking and looking
Just to look

My eyes are open,
But I don't see anything.
(o)
Louis Archer
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Louis Archer  19/M/your heart
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