Austin Raymond Poems

I saw a pretty face today.
Her eyes looked at me, soft, like glass.
How blessed her note could make me say.
How sweet the numbers written clear.
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A Space in time
Where the use of an eye
will matter not.
Look around the lot.
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I am what you live for.
I am also what kills.
Oh what am I you say?
I am the pain and loss.
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Why one so beautiful?
Too blind to see closely
Inside true quality.
The mask is now worn,
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