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| I can be creepy |
EYES
Eyes following my movements
Eyes constantly tracing my path
Eyes in the dead of night
Eyes forever watching me
Dead and glowing eyes
Eyes full of blackness
Fearless eyes
Hungry eyes
Whose eyes are they
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What is Poetry Starts?
…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic