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Eyes

Eyes
Staring eyes
Peering through the curtains
Through the keyhole
From under the mat
Eyes looking through the window
Eyes staring down from the pictures
Eyes on the ornaments
Staring
Big bright blue, green, brown eyes
He could feel them
Eyes, eyes, eyes
He could smell them
He could reach out and touch them
Eyes eyes eyes
He could reach out and touch them
But he couldn’t see them
For he was blind!

Altre opere di Shaun Michael Penn...



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