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EERY EYES

Eery eyes, long lashes apt to concealing, rather than seeing, drastic changes in the form of minor shocks, after shocks, minding the unusual strength of mind, scary at wish, derived from a tumultuous past.

 

This is the rock, where my mother used to rest and let me watch, the creek transpose by, holding me on her lap, that sense of power supported by her protecting presence, never left even when she faded away.

 

Watch the mirror, acknowledge the results, after years, of slow intuitions, unnoticeable to the most; do we know who we really are when questioned, when facing the firing squad, or do we need more time, seeking outside help.

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