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Dec 2014
bright eyes
looked at me
with the hopes and dreams
of all that could be

forgiving eyes
looked at me
told the story of strength
that no one should need

sad eyes
looked at me
showed the bruises from a world
that was anything but free

blank eyes
looked through me
it's the product of a life
that was only left to bleed
a lesser sylvia plath
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a lesser sylvia plath  Memphis
(Memphis)   
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   Dawn, --- and Creep
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