I am troubled
Immeasurably
By your eyes
I am struck
By the feather
of your soft
Reply
The sound of glass
Speaks quick
Disdain
And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain
~jim morrison
randomly-generated flecks of dead skin bound to more randomly-generated flecks of dead skin found only in the deepest crevices created by my very own Inny Bellabuttny.
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