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Devon Baker Jul 2012
I don't look into your eyes
I escavate every amber stripe
kissing the pin wheeling crevices
a rotary ferris wheel blurring and twisting
mingling as if your eyes of auburn oil and gold
were CD-ROMs racing at light speed
breathing your heart beat with every rotation
I peer into my universe and yours
God's and the eternity in between
and my stare slips as your eyes smile with your lips
and I curl with the dimples of your eyes
the moon and the sun collapse
and paradise blooms wide
in every amber glisten of your pupil
Lauren Sep 2018
From breast to mouth
a seed is sowed  
in the soil of mind
doubt

as time goes on
blow to blow
the seed sprouts
developing a leaf
adversity is fertilizer
mistrust

the first storm
knocks the seedling around
bruising leaves
which heal thicker
roots seep deeper
into the soil of mind
cynicism

From seedling to sapling
the tree grows stronger
permeating the mind
becoming more apparent
pervading life
destroying relationships

what started as a seed of infantile doubt
from breast to mouth
grows into a towering redwood
layer after layer of bark
which grows thicker and thicker

it only grows stronger
and more massive
this doubt and mistrust
but one day
I will escavate
the roots
of the seed
sowed by the breast
which was meant to nourish

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