Eyes surprise,
And pull at vanished strings.
Left, broken down to rot.
Your time here has expired,
No room for memory remains.
And yet,
Your eyes contain puzzles,
I feel I need to complete.
And deeper still,
Behind guarded iris,
There lays uncertainty;
Questions for a past likeness,
One with softer hands and
That always-come-easy smile
That you took away from me.
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