Your eyes to me. Your breath a smooth motion. in. out. How personal it is, to look directly into one’s eyes. Yet, you find the eyelids and lashes act like direct shutters. Shutting out the truth. Shutting out the lies. Falsities find niches under thick lashes. Fanning away sincerity one bat at a time. Walking through crowds of looks, getting one strike after another, shoulder to shoulder contact sends you spinning, gain your footing. Which way is right… wait. Where are you going, what are you meant for?
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