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2d
Your face is a stone slate
I feel my heart begin to palpitate.
A swing of a fist,
the crashing of metal.

My eyes are black.
Not like the night sky, speckled with stars
or like obsidian.  Just black.
Just mine.

I try to follow yours
To track your mind,
but the clocks look wierd and time seems to bind.
A dream like trance you've locked me in blind.

The things you have done in your life.
You may have never noticed my strife
or affliction by caused by your carelessly swung hand.  
or maybe
you had me at your feet
and you never looked down to see

It pains me to not be understood
but I niether care for being percived.
And part of me must always grive
for the girl that could never be.
  
But please,
Don't look me in my eyes,
for you may see what you pretend doesn't exist.
Written by
Danitza Lomeli  15/F/United States
(15/F/United States)   
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