she had the ugliest eyes
maybe it was because she did not
want me to watch her die
and she would usually be the
person I would always tell
I would always say that
she had beautiful eyes
and she must see things in
ways I can never imagine
but she has grown cold
time is passing by fast
and I still held her in my arms
uncertain of what to
do uncertain of what to say
not knowing anything anymore
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