Eye Language
P Patti Masterman
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In a glancing blow
His eyes swept to
The drifting haze
That was her gaze
Her artificial eye
Had a glassy stare
That saw through him
Like he wasn't there
If eyes could speak
They'd never stutter
But flutter a lot
Like a camera shutter
If eyes are the windows
Of the soul
The double vision
Must take a toil
If we had eyes
In back our heads
We'd out-stare coffins
When we were dead
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