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she views the world
through wide-open cerulean irises
we all believe she sees things in a way that we don't;
things we as ordinaries couldn't fathom
but in reality,
she keeps her sea-bound orbs alert
so that the tears brimming her eyelids
won't fall to her cheeks
YOU ARE READING
cognition
Poetrythese aren’t poetry; these are products of my thought-inebriated 3a.m. mind cesusjhrist © 2015
