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Looking in your eyes and seeing myself.
Fear of confronting my mirror.
Seeing the shine, seeing the drops,
bottomless sight has opened in your eyes.
The sacred desire to look, knowing i'll freez in stone to the sight of myself.
My mirror in soul form,
my rain in cloudless skies.
You are screams, you are blessings in my bottomless eyes.
Am I your scary light?
Are my eyes your mindless sky?











