Boring Eyes
Everyone else has boring eyes.
Blinking, yet no dun dun dun…
Soft, eye blunders.
Eyelashes all my own.
Like this jacket I found in the mist.
Everyone else has boring eyes.
Mental illness helped me understand.
Water for eyes.
Weird shapes for tears.
Like they could wear socks.
Everyone else has boring eyes.
My eyes could be a beetle shifting around.
Glass gets buried.
Like eyelids, but nothing hurts.
Scraping.
Everyone else.
Blinks the same.
Trembles the same.
Nothing but shapes.
And another type of shape.
I have my own type of eyes.
Just like cinnamon.
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