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May 27, 2011
By Kaylie Phillips BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
Kaylie Phillips BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
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My father's eyes are new black tires,
They are darker than all the others.
My mother's eyes are the brownies
she avoids.
My eyes match hers, sometimes we
get along.
Mine are like mud after rain.
My brother's lack determination
My friend's eyes are grass in the spring.
They are little pieces of everything.
A limitless sky and the color of a stage,
They are open sky over a clay court.



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on Dec. 11 2016 at 5:50 pm
This is breath-taking!

on Jun. 25 2013 at 9:37 am
Sketched97 PLATINUM, Silver Spring, Maryland
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I like it, it brings forth a lot of powerful images. I don't understand the title though.

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on Dec. 11 2012 at 9:38 am
KylieK GOLD, Mt. Washington, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
"To love is to surpass one's self."

This is gorgeous! Very charasmatic, catchy, fluent, full of substance, and inspired!


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