When I look into your eyes
I know your thoughts I've been in your inner sanctuary opened your journals and read it's poems
I've met your creator and saw his paint brushes
I looked deeper, seeing the void where your fears lie smothered under the bosom of your dreams.
When your smile couldn't help but stare it was your eyes who said hello and kept me there,
I saw all that you once were and are ashamed to be,
All your futures, with their possibilities
It was all beautiful,
It was, you
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