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Staring at the son
staring at the son
can’t touch it
can’t look at it sometimes
thinking about it
brings tears to the eyes
can only look at her
through reflections in time
think about it too much
go mad, dumb, and blind
done through mirrors
slivers sliced thinner
than blue
paper onions
still see her
staring at the son in the mirror
Sunday 12th May 2019 2:15 am
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