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and thy eyes have now closed
the colors traded for the same black
the careless tride now broken by caution
and confidence now so broken
and soon like the sight of eye
the aural joys will fade to echoes
imprisoning conscious interprettation
leaving one with lone fingertips
to fee the shape of the world
can you feel the bland and rough
the purity of flame, and kiss of ice
all so quick and sharp now
where before they were nothing to see
a herald now of pain or sweet ecstacy
hide alone in those sensations
the truth of imagination
break open the visions of life
revealed with thy loving touch
and when I open my eyes, blind me
for now I wish not to again, see.
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