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midseptember09 My one good eye no longer sees
As clearly as it once could
It's cloudier than it used to be
And shards of glass have punctured
My once green iris'
Have gone cold and dark
The smoke in the room
Have attacked their youth
The sun doesn't do them justice
Anymore
The way slow they both move
lids resting heavy with
lashes grown mad and
the brows frowning awkward
over ditches dug under
Filled with dark honest wisdom
Tears that before never gathered
have shown themselves now to light
to my eyes sweet relief
While I cry for the world
