wet eyelashes glimmer in the moonlight
gazed upon none, yet hidden from all
a mechanism brought out from rhetoric
frowned upon seeing, or rather gloom
and with it, contagion with displeasure. when it was all
along wished to be stowed and moved on, and with those
wet eyelashes, now glimmer with iridescence and hope

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