john wake - pupils

Emptied entirely
All the tears drip
Each drop, wasted
All Rusted
And your kisses
Now disses
Fading, wailing,
Sailing, you float
Away, and am
Not gay, sad
They say
Deep in my pupils
now thin like sharp pencils,
Is where they say
They see my lost ways
And when once I saw you iris
I knew my pupils place,
But it seems they could not pace
With your face,
And lost midway, on mine they stayed

john wake

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