What is the eye of the death-face doing?
Is it following the other eye?
Or does death face us with both eyes mooing?
Certainly life, does it beautify?
What is the eye of your face like?
Does it force us away from itself?
Or do they know how life has psych?
How psychosis has yourself.
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