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Speechless
I’m the master of my words,
The poet to my poetry,
Although always wondering,
What your eyes see.
Their amusement, their mischief,
Their feelings and their stories deep.
The way they light up,
Against the setting sun,
Reflecting the rays,
To form poetry of its own.
So, when I see what you see,
All I can say is, damn.
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