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Saturday, November 7, 2015

"My Eyes"

"My Eyes"

by Arcassin Burnham 

...And Though it shines and above my
And though it shines I could
hear your cries,
knees weakening at the sight of you,
I didn't know I would enlighten you,
And though it shines I could
breathe tonight,
your intoxicating air Burns my eyes,
so i lay until there's no more floor,
I cry until there is no more tears
to pour,

Even though it shines,

I can dry eyes,

though it shines,

your pretty wings will fly.

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