my eyes are asking:
hey dude, are you not wasting your sight?
you should have watched
bay bodies
rather than look for words,
hey eyes, i own you
and if i want, i can waste all of you
on words.
where am i? the eyes are angry
but there shall be no tears.
i am the owner of my eyes
and i have always wasted them on
words.
till they close forever
but always without tears.
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