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,, I looked into his eyes, and suddenly, I stepped into such a deep, dark puddle that I still haven't found my way out." (2025.09) I watch your house. Every day and every night, In every dream and every fade. Every way. I watch those old bricks crumble To dust to create the moist That I want to build you up from. All your forms. I walk on your ground. I feel the roots all around. I'm running and grabbing, And I'm not reaching. I'm crawling and craving, And all I'm feeling Is the beating of the fading. The distance is aching. I'm watching your house. I'm crawling under And tearing it down, To rip you out. I want you out. I want your skin, And I want your bones. I want to tear you down. Apart and in pieces, I want all your aches. I want your vision so I can see through those beautiful eyes of yours. Those eyes. Oh, those beautiful, deep, dark eyes. I've only been there once before, Yet all I want is to bask in that warmth more. 2025.12.05
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Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
Your eyes
,, I looked into his eyes, and suddenly, I stepped into such a deep, dark puddle that I still haven't found my way out." (2025.09) I watch your house. Every day and every night, In every dream and every fade. Every way. I watch those old bricks crumble To dust to create the moist That I want to build you up from. All your forms. I walk on your ground. I feel the roots all around. I'm running and grabbing, And I'm not reaching. I'm crawling and craving, And all I'm feeling Is the beating of the fading. The distance is aching. I'm watching your house. I'm crawling under And tearing it down, To rip you out. I want you out. I want your skin, And I want your bones. I want to tear you down. Apart and in pieces, I want all your aches. I want your vision so I can see through those beautiful eyes of yours. Those eyes. Oh, those beautiful, deep, dark eyes. I've only been there once before, Yet all I want is to bask in that warmth more. 2025.12.05
The first part of the poem was born when I first saw him. I went crazy over the sparkle that one exchanged look had caused in me, yet I never met him. I never knew his name, I never heard his voice, I never looked at him again. All I remember is the depth of his eyes that I only saw once in my life. The poem was born on the last day when I still had this feeling inside me.
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Mar 6
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