He has these dead eyes.
And when I look at him,
I see the tiredness.
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THE SWEET TASTE OF PAIN
PoetryThe Sweet Taste of Pain About the depths of the human psyche to recognize it, you have to give it a face and accept the awfulness. For him, the person I will always love.
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He has these dead eyes.
And when I look at him,
I see the tiredness.
