In my eyes, everything
is scarred and broken...
In your eyes, everything
is glorious, whole...
In my eyes, people are solid with faint light around...
In your eyes, people are blazing dances with bodies attached...
In my eyes the city is grim...
In your eyes, the city is a wart on a play of light...
I borrow your eyes
not intending to return it.
You lend me your eyes
not intending to take it back...
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