Gaunt men with sunken eyes squatted amidst sand and stones, shitting out their lives in stinking streams of brown and red.
I changed planes in U.S. airports, I met a little girl beside him, her brown-orange hair, sunken eyes, with shining a hand in front of her is a constant friction toy bear.
It was like something in a novel: a tousle-headed child, sallow, thin, with sunken eyes, every night had to wander among the reeds, barefoot.
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes.