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Sep 2013
I am sorry if
My weary eyes threaten
Your idea of security and
Peace of mind
Those things are exactly
Exactly what they lack
They drift around book stores and
Train stations and
Grassy meadows and
Sooty avenues
Looking for what
Is unturbulent and
Understanding
Because these days my
Eyes need hands
To wipe them and
To close them and
To give them rest
They are so, so tired.
Written by
Rlavr  Here
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