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May 2020
I will praise your eyes
For burning my house down
I am humbled by how they made the framework fall to the ground
I stood with you and watched you
As you made it burn and fall
In minutes it was almost like it had never even been there at all

When the traffic on this street
Thins out for just a second
I will look into your eyes
I, I will not panic
I am standing on the corner
Where you and I were standing
I am trying to look at the sky
But there are too many colors surrounding me

I will praise your eyes
They have reduced this city to embers
I will see you coming
I will see your eyes through the cold air from a mile away
John Darnielle
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John Darnielle  54/M/Durham, N.C.
(54/M/Durham, N.C.)   
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