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HIS EYES ARE COLDHis eyes are cold. They stair right through you, as though he has no control.His eyes are so cold. They beat old man snow,They watch you every where you seem to go.Tried to shake em' but I have no cntrol.He told me real softly. For this I shall see.If he could'nt have me... his eyes would forever be. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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