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A Scratch on My Glasses

This morning I woke up with a scratch on my glasses.

I don't know how they got there, I was asleep.

My world was turned upside down because of my glasses.

Something so small, so subtle, but so key.

Once divine, now earthly, my glasses once were.

Lost in a turning cave of batter I feel like dough.

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jim-gillespie
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Jan 3, 2012
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