There are sick things on this earth. There are clean hovels
dug in our sands, in our eyes, in hour hourglasses.
We watch them in their curves and see measures, friction
lines, bumps, minds we cannot explore. We look into
eachothers eyes and wonder what words and
secrets lay hidden, like letters in a book waiting to
be seen. there are eyes that look back at eyes with
malice, there are sick things on earth. There are eyes that cannot see
there are sad things on earth. There are eyes that close and never see the light again
there are sick things on earth.
But there are eyes that look at eyes with love,
there are two hands cupped in eachother
that swear eachother's fidelity. There are sick
things on earth, there are beautifull things
on earth: To be sick or not to be sick, o'er
that: to be beautifull, or not to be beautifull
There are true things on earth.
Poketh out mine eyes,
And I am sad
Undomriel Community Member 
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