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Nov 2024
Your eyes paint a barren landscapes --
But yet, I cannot look away.
They draw me in, deeper --
In a more familiar way.

Maybe

It's because
I see my soul in there,
Or maybe, just maybe,
It's because they free me not to care.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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