stare of steampunk Max
such an intense brown-eyed stare from a young guy
steampunk max, I supposed, from his loud sigh
I had heard of him, and his dangerous all-knowing eyes
His gears, coppers and whistles were not a surprise
He gave me a look of dismissal and brevity too
I wondered if he had heard of me, but had no clue
in an instant, he was gone, but I remember his stare
so intense, it lingered for a long time in the autumn air
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