I see the world in your eyes,
and I am outside.
But if I let you close,
I can see myself
Reflected in you
at least, part
of the view
A secret
so big,
I was sure
we both knew
But the eyes
are the windows, they say -
in this cell,
I know your eyes are. And outside,
I can tell it's a beautiful world,
but I can't get in. I can breathe,
I can see, but as long as I look
I will never be free
again.
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