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Jul 2019
He had stained
Glass eyes
Of boiled wine.

Hollow and empty
A masterpiece
That has been cracked.

Stained glass
Reflecting
A stained mind.

The eyes are the
Windows to the soul
Right?

Well, it's quite a shame
To see that
This man has no soul.
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unnamed  AlagaΓ«sia
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