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Taya Sep 2015
Her wise eyes
are oceans of demise
color of the sea
forever trapped
never free

Her wise eyes
have been through so much
love, hate,
countless dates
her wise eyes
bear the softest touch

Her wise eyes
radiant like
a thousand suns
have been through torture
have heard the sounds of guns

Her wise eyes
have seen too much
now she keeps the memories
never to show
never to touch

— The End —