To My Mother
Dear pure gray eyes:
Your glance follows me
through my deepest darknesses
and saves me from my worst selves,
almost.
It isn't your fault.
I ought to be the best of mortals.
Your glance follows me
through my deepest darknesses
and saves me from my worst selves,
almost.
It isn't your fault.
I ought to be the best of mortals.
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