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Market Place of the Human Eye

Our eyes exchange a somewhat, fruitful gaze…
The barter of my passion only for uncertainty-
I cannot see what it is you feel.
To speak would only redden my face.
This torturous trade will be forgotten, until we return to the market place.





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