mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (03/27/84)
I am eyes again
I see what I would forget
See it through fine wire mesh
See it burnt and black.
I am eyes I am ears
I hear things I don't need
The endless drone
The scraping noises
And always nose I smell it
Above the burning smell it
All my life I smell it
It fills my nostrils
Fills my lungs, my blood.
I am eyes, eyes.
mr.mincemeat
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