Behind the glass of those eyes that gleam
and stare with the noise of mayhem, serene
Beneath the core of the soul that seeps
Reassurance unbound, from the child that weeps
The barrier that ceased many steps to fall
Dilapidated still the crumbling wall
Stands strong in rejection of countless ails
and narration speaks in clairvoyance tales
a purity found from a tarnished youth
meagre lies never held untruth
for the things that are viewed in the iris of he
makes certain the purpose to let things just be
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