i saw your eyes once
and now when i sleep
all i see is a pattern of them
engraved inside my eyelids
all i see
is all you be
and what a prick move
that you turned my eyelids
inside out while i sleep
and you began tattooing
your soul's window on them
is it not enough that i sleep to
hear your laugh echoing
like a vinyl playing
in the background of a movie i loved
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