Dear Onlooking Eyes
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United States
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Dear onlooking eyes,
We’re all thorns
One speculated look
Will prick another
One judgement can imprison another mind
Poison begins to seap
It could slowly take over
Or slowly fade away
It could make you weaker
Or could make you stronger
Some thorns grow harder
Some thorns will disappear
We continue to look
In spite of our poisonous sting
We can stop if we try
But we won’t give our minds the time
This poem is about:
Our world
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