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20/20 Vision

by Andrea Coble

Fond of my eyes 
For my eyes are my pride 
We want to see what you hold inside 
that of which you cannot deny. 
We see your craft 
We see your awesome 
We see you laugh 
We see you blossom 
And as we meet, we eye one another 
And we see parts of ourselves within each other. 
As we relate, we mimic one another. 
We study and observe each other…. 
Now that our eyes lock for an eternity… 
We see your panic…
We see your gloom… 
We see your manics. 
We see your doom. 
My eyes grew tired.  
Is this what you desired? 
The stare has broken, and we have been spared! 
but my eyes are now impaired.

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