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eyes instilled
small little seas
are rising higher
falling down cheeks
they capture a silence
a painting, a world
of another gone loved one
who voice comes in blurs
you might know
just what it means
to have the warmth of the sun
coming in beats
but the heat im describing
melts over me
in my heart
i am able to breathe
my stomach churns
after glimpse of my eyes
even after that
i react to cry
my little small seas
wallow and pour
they fall into yours
in skin they now store
a captured silence
now singing to sleep
a memory of joy
that will never leave me