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Nov 4
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
To not care.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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