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More and more you see the world
as though through milky glass
The surface eroded, distorted
and breaking the light which passes    

Increasingly refracting light,
it breaks into a haze
It bends, encircles and mirrors,
reflecting your self, your face
I remembered her
Voice, soft, warm summer water
First breeze ever felt

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