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Glasses

Posted on February 10, 2014 at 1:40 AM

Glasses



 

When I was a kid, I got glasses.

I chose not to wear them though.

I did not want to see the world as it truly was.

Did not want to see who was reflected

          in the mirror.

My pockmarked friends;

Every broad looked flawed,

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I hid them in my cluttered closet,

And I rejoiced, reveling in

The life, God intended me to witness.



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