She cut up shreds
of darkness and in the quiet
she stitched them together
into ideas that defied her abyss
of colour and sound.
It makes me wonder
when I look at you
what nuance do I miss
for the curse of having
eyes?
She cut up shreds
of darkness and in the quiet
she stitched them together
into ideas that defied her abyss
of colour and sound.
It makes me wonder
when I look at you
what nuance do I miss
for the curse of having
eyes?
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