Poem - The Kind Eye Knows
the kind
eye
knows
either
borrows
yours
compares
many
buys
over
the cell
the black
dagger
raises
who
runs
blindly
up
the blackened
oblivion
the tame
credence
grinds
the old
fist
above
the long
thought
eye
knows
either
borrows
yours
compares
many
buys
over
the cell
the black
dagger
raises
who
runs
blindly
up
the blackened
oblivion
the tame
credence
grinds
the old
fist
above
the long
thought
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