Looking at a picture
Figuring ourt its secrets
Looking into the depth of
his eyes.
A set of two black eyes
Like a pair of dice
Seeing the pain, and
the truth behind those
cold set eyes.
Wanting to put life into
those ounce big brown eyes
but truth be told it cant be done for
he has his eyes closed
for ever.

Anne Ornelas

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