I have mislaid
the eyes I wore
when I was ten; eyes that
would widen at the sight
of death and revolution,
that would fill at the sight
of another person’s pain.
Let me read, and see again.
when I was ten; eyes that
would widen at the sight
of death and revolution,
that would fill at the sight
of another person’s pain.
Let me read, and see again.

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