Those eyes, those eyes, they cannot be contained. You can try and try but you'll only try in vain. To steal and to keep a glance from down the street, I chase and I chase with blisters on my feet.
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ezra.mendoza (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "Her eyes went down and cut you up. There's nothing like a dirty look from the one you want or the one you've lost." -Alex Turner
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