What I found, deep in her glacier eyes
was the answer to an ageless question,
Love is, the words were writ on snips
of freshly detached retina, it is
a need we have to cleanse our souls
then start anew by flaunting them
to a restricted audience, ourselves,
in hopes that we can cling to it, eyes closed.
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