the eye in question
it has been achievedfresh bait to the door
you had met its back-side
because you dug around
and became inflamed by the words
base to acid
it was supplied
because I knew something
not quite the context
but a substance of sorts
I see more than I want to
under this formidable disguise
pictures scream entities
there is nothing to boast
I am never thrilled by it
but I stand by it
as my defense to this world
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