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In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
Tag: <span>eyes</span>
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Mothers won’t be able to mourn them,
Wives won’t be able to retrieve them.
Too many of them to record their names.
Away from prying eyes they’ll be buried,
Some will receive medals for their deaths.
“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be.
For years I thought we had magical dirt in our home; somehow it could only be seen by me. I never understood how it worked, but I assumed the dirt could decide when to show itself and for some odd reason, it decides to only do so when I was around.
We walk together silently hidden behind our masks. Secret thoughts unspoken, our words measured, our walls built, yet in all of us are the same desires, touching us, moving us if only so we may know as others speak to our hearts, we are not alone. We are hiding who we really are; only our eyes show the truth.