
Whenever a person hurts
his eyes unite with his suffering
to observe carefully
the dropped and scattered pain
that was obliged to be seen
drawn
opened
and the source of
broken reason to live.

Whenever a person hurts
his eyes unite with his suffering
to observe carefully
the dropped and scattered pain
that was obliged to be seen
drawn
opened
and the source of
broken reason to live.
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