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The eyes are the mirrors of the soul;
Allowing us to glance inside.
Emotions far beyond control.

For eyes can speak the hidden truth;
Where the mouth has lied.
A whisper follows around our youth.

Though consequences take their toll;
To surroundings keep an open eye.
As emotions are beyond control.

When we glance into the eyes of others;
Unable to look past and see.
The veil of hidden ghastly colors.

From emptiness a heart I stole;
Inspite of being scarred and torn.
Emotions having lost control.

Pierced into the heart deep;
The dagger of his russet eyes.
Weighed beneath a mortal sleep;
Our emotions far beyond control.

 

 

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Form: Villanelle

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