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And in your eyes,

I see all that's left unsaid,

all that's left-

untouched.



Such a deepness

that's fades to shallow pools

and takes me down

in the drowning.



I succumb to this,

the blinding light

you will not let shine,

nor permeate this darkness.



And if the eyes,

be that window to the soul,

yours are left,

shades drawn.



For you allow

nothing to eminate

behind your closed panes,

nor beyond your open pains.



And were I to ask

for entrance,

would you shutter me out,

again, as before?



I let you stare deep

into mine, wide open,

while yours remain,

still wider shut.



And in your eyes,

I see all of this nothing,

and nothing

of what is all.