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Those Damn Eyes

hung low

a head turned in the direction of a heart spurned

forever thirsty for lost embraces

and kisses that taste like tomorrow

a brain stained with traces of hope’s demise

legs that couldn’t blame fate for a destiny turned away

arms without an excuse to hold on

and lips that stayed firm

but those damn eyes

just wouldn’t let go

they told the story in watery verses

still pleading silently to say

they would rather go blind

than to see him walk away