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The Other Eye
There was a crash
from afar,
the shatter of I, me , another queen
with a sailor standing on a cliff
holding a stolen eye
There was a bard
I finally found
lost in the old momentums,
then queen broke his lying mirror lustfully
and taught him to defy
to see clearer
The mind being made of glass
he saw and held,
Is taught him to believe
that I rather be dead than
revel in being, closeminded, because
thee must be dead to the world.
Dear bard
my other poet, you are found now,
my other eye, Came has Come
the plato from your shatter island I will always
keep
Question is, how far can you see?
from afar,
the shatter of I, me , another queen
with a sailor standing on a cliff
holding a stolen eye
There was a bard
I finally found
lost in the old momentums,
then queen broke his lying mirror lustfully
and taught him to defy
to see clearer
The mind being made of glass
he saw and held,
Is taught him to believe
that I rather be dead than
revel in being, closeminded, because
thee must be dead to the world.
Dear bard
my other poet, you are found now,
my other eye, Came has Come
the plato from your shatter island I will always
keep
Question is, how far can you see?
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