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Dec 2020
when the world is cold
and hills are high
there must be eyes
to see a sky

When I can’t see
you are my eyes

you see beauty
in empty spaces
you find treasures
in unlikely places

when mine are absent
you are my eyes
Written by
John Hayes  78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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   Tyler Matthew
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