I am a poor, poor beggar for your eyes
look into the depths of my eyes, those perfectly green representations of all my lies and sins
with you in the centre of it all
stare at my eyes to your silhouette through them is all I wish for now
even for a second or a glimpse
see inside my eyes
haunt me
live me and my mind for a minute
and then you will perish those astounding findings I have beyond my eyes, right into them
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