Monday, January 10, 2022

Sight Unseen

 

I adored before sight became blurry,

Before pain became gravely illegal— 

Centuries before we heard the story.

I adored before sight became blurry,

Before pain creeped into its glory,

Upon eyes most wretched born regal.

I adored before sight became blurry,

Before pain became gravely illegal.

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