Written by Emily Harstone | February 28, 2017
The suspect resembled his dead mother.
She died. Her eyes lived on.
He brought her back from memory.
If only I could remember everything
She never knew he was watching
Then he began to create..
Her eyes always did tell lies.
Officer, I only remember his eyes.
These almond eyes, see into you.
Coffee shop meditation, light of soul
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The suspect resembled his dead mother.
She died. Her eyes lived on.
He brought her back from memory.
If only I could remember everything
She never knew he was watching
Then he began to create..
Her eyes always did tell lies.
Officer, I only remember his eyes.
These almond eyes, see into you.
Coffee shop meditation, light of soul