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Mar 2015
i mean his eyes they hold light in different ways
they let in light in different time,
they see light in different lights.
and i mean when he looks at me
it's as if he's seeing two different things;
he lets me in in two different ways.
and when he holds me it makes me feel calm
like the waves of his two differently dilated pupils
keep me rocking back and forth between the
tides he swells up around me
to pull me into him.

*monday, march 16th 2015.
magnoliajelly
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