I see your eyes and wonder who else is watching;
perhaps a thought is seeing through you.
It is impossible to know
for the two globes look like your own,
but they’re such a deep brown
that anything could be hiding in the caverns behind;
I know I must have made you so cold
and now ask if there is anything I can do
to make a change.
You know I would feed my heart
to the flames if it would warm you.
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