soak your glare

"Do I need to be fed?"
the eyes asked the mouth,

"Do I need imagery to stay alive?"



"Would I starve without food?"
the mouth then answered



"Have a drink!"
the eyes rapidly replied



"Then do the same"
the mouth said


"Soak your glare,

let the tears roll down

to wet my lips


I will then swallow you whole,

and we will need 

no more"








Beauty nurtured 
by intertwined lines

at times 
no sound, no sight
close by 

but then again
all around

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