second sight
eyes bind lovers together like shackles the soul's deep fire when we cry it crackles the swirling colors an aura of our being changing the way we observe every scene lids hide pupils from harsh light and dust do we close them decidedly or is it truly a must
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Pothetic
Don't go near that elevator - that's just what they want us to do... trap us in a steel box and take us down to the basement
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