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Your eyes say it all they are a black hole to your feelings No one who has been there has ever returned. They lead me, mysteriously, to the place in your heart that you hide from the world that place that is vulnerable, caring for all and easily bruised by a careless word from unknowing lips they don’t understand your laughter covers your fear of being unwanted or misunderstood your eyes tell the world a tale of a gentle heart brightened by sunshine drenched by soft rain L Murphy Nov 8, 1985 |
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