IN US the day of your night is walking across the road in front of me like a bowl your eyes have contents strong light spills them though you are clean I wash you with sight my strongest soap I've left the road to itself it's dirty with dead you mark the way back in case it's necessary I send my eyes in a package when you unwrap it I imagine you'll cry and wear them we'll say we're in love though truth is love is in us
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