October 16, 2011
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Sure, hand me the knife
Say, cut his eyes out, hold them tight
In some haven in the dead of night
And he’ll be saved –

But I’d drop the knife.
Too many broken vows in there.
Too many eyes cut out to stare
back at the lives they thought they knew –

Too many eyes the wrong shade of blue.

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