In the midst of the night
my glass eye ball was empty
I was happy
and you were nowhere
to be seen.
Behind their lids, they were rolling
turning, tiwsting, running
desperate to find your face
and burning loins
dirty pointy bulbs
darkened by your sight
were now white.
It used to flutter as I
used to shake
It used to stop as I
used to brake
It is now calm as I
lie down
thinking of someone else.
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