Foolproof, it all must be.
Otherwise, it’s unjust
And otherwise depraved
By kinship and hindsight
They are not the same plan
To usher or to revoke
And they look so simple as if
It only took two drachmas
On my eyes to see the difference.
I do with my glasses
And without.
The brown hazel eyes with flecks of gold and green.
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