Thursday, February 18, 2010

the eyes have it

you can feel the metallic cold boring in on you

or the sportive romping with Amaryllis in the shade

molten rage

dull resolve

sadness unto death

it's all in the eyes isn't

it dancing or drowning

flying or flat

the eyes have it

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