Your eyes are soporific to me, as I now sleep,
Trimming the hair was employed by the nurse.
I have been under the knife for long,
I have been it, the man of patience and perseverance,
The religious contortions of my own entrails.
These organs of mine reduced by the man himself,
Understood me further, relentless blood systems
Were being investigated, from afar, from the depths of Hell
Or Heaven as the case may even be, like the judgement
Or the justice, what is the handling now?
My eyes are yours now, maintain me further
So that I can live more from you.
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