#803-Obvious
12/10/2019
An abstract eye.
Colorless.
Unblinking.
Focusing intensely,
Lost in time,
I can feel…
Brusque smiles.
Cold, harsh stares.
Slamming shut,
The door to my heart.
It’s humbling,
Seeing the futility,
Of fooling myself.
Especially when gazing,
Into a mirror,
Made of concrete.
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