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Art and Poetry
I never thought my sight would deteriorate
Appreciate? It’s too late.
The face in the mirror is just a palette of colors,
I see or I don’t, one or the other.
The times that I don’t
it’s more interesting smelling smoke
feeling soft coats
and eating egg yolks.
Nothing is what it seems
even your face is like a dream.
Monday, January 14, 2013
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