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You’re the Apple of my Eye • Poem
Category: Writing and Poetry
See the bends of reds? The black as it spreads? A once white page inked, soaked up, absorbed Your sponge-like mind takes in his beauty He’s the apple made of quarts The iris dilates to let in more light, But a clearer image is sacrificed Brighter light and an attractive barbarity In the place of proper clarity Brain filtered out The blind spots in your vision She’s the apple on the t » Continue Reading