Seen
By Daniel D'AgustinoPublished 6 days ago • 1 min read
My wife has green eyes
They watch me fail and celebrate the attempt
They see my body
I celebrate every tragedy
Every attempt
Every coupling that over the eons
Led to that brilliant green
About the Creator
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