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Blurry
Blurry
The world through a net curtain
Since the blood vessel burst in my eye
A Jackson Pollock of dark splatter
Swirling and whirling like oil on water
Swooping and looping like dragons
Drifting in ancient skies
One good eye doing the work of two
And suddenly you are vulnerable
Knowing that losing that one too
Would be blindness waiting to happen
So you ...
Thursday 18th June 2020 2:33 pm
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