What is it about how you look?
Eye stared at your photo for hours
Now, I see your image everywhere
In everyone
Open up the curtains
Staring into a deep chasm
I strain to see the end of this
There is none.
Only stars have points
And basketball games
I open the window
The door is barred
Sew I drop a button
Listening for an indication of depth
There is none.
No need for further investigation
Opened windows
Never taught as much unless they were
Eyes, and those eyes were yours
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