My Eyes

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I take out my eyes,
But only to see.
And replace them with a pair,
Cold and harsh, worn.
The ones taken out,
Hang, limply in their puddle.
And the the ones I don,
Stand out strong.
My caring eyes I will wear,
When time has again risen.
And the day has need,
Of those eyes again.