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My eyes

  My eyes are sometimes  Able to see. See in a tactile way See, see, see but need to speak too. Or they do But they need their reader. They don't smile, they just stay They don't breath, just keep being. They hold, trying not to let out Not, speechless. When they can't take it They go alone, they cry unseen. Never seen. They make other eyes sad They hurt only the most beautiful eyes. Silent eyes 

Hope in death

  Hope in death Maybe there is the place Or maybe that is the way That I won't make the people who matters cry The way to do not make cry, The every atom to die