Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Dusty Eyes

I close my dusty eyes
To better see the world
Trapped inside my mind.

My heart is cold and beating
Slow and there ain't a
Blanket in the world
Large enough to cover it.

Cuddling the frost, my eyes
Burst open in fear, for
I have been found in
This dark before.

Nothing is prettier than the
Ice playing games upon
My timid soul.


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Dusty Eyes

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