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The Eyes
Watch the eyes: they reflect scars that long since faded from the flesh still mark the hard survivor’s face with phantom traces, and though less pronounced with each new moment’s span can in some lights, and moods, reveal the inner … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, enemies, eyes, intentions, paranoia, spies, subconscious, the soul
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