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Nov 2017
I want to go to places
Where words fear to go.
And pictures cannot be drawn
Our mouths are not enough
So we speak with our eyes.
But we cannot keep a distance
From people who want to see us
Because their eyes speak too.
And they say, come here, come here.
No need for all that fear.
Because you are in a safe place
That good dreams inhabit.
We were given our sight
So that we could know each other
Better.
So when you are ready.
Be with me, with me.
So that our eyes can have a conversation.
Maybe we'll laugh
Maybe our eyes will tear up
But at least we talked.
Because our eyes were open
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
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