Walt

He had the best eyes,

eyes that didn’t 

give too much away,

eyes that were vacant 

but not completely

empty. 

I stared into them

for only a second,

not wanting those around

to catch on

at what I was doing;

he was a perfectly written poem,

even before I wrote the first line. 

 

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