Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Eye Contact
Eyes hold the truth one can't see otherwise,
The truth of all within there lies.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
But yet, a window shows a glance,
Not the thing as a whole.
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