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These Little Eyes

I watched her dropping the phone, in nano movements My heart stomped out, the harshness of a dial tone And from endless holes, these little eyes scrunched with sadness I suppose, I didn't know what it meant to die or why the tears stuck to me Sickle celled with every memory, around the lobes of my being Where I could still hear you laugh, the breaths of air Grew arms -- and comforted me.

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