Eyes Are Mirrors, Not WindowsA Poem by Brett Campaignethe prettiest thing in my eyes is you our vice-versa visages playing Pong you want to take iris portals understand yourself through me but you will not pass my glass pupil without sticking your fingers into my shallow eye sockets. © 2008 Brett CampaigneReviews
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Added on May 4, 2008AuthorBrett CampaigneHalifax, CanadaAboutDiffusion When it's crowded in here thats when i like to go outside more..Writing
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