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May 2015
My eyes are worn away
begrudging me, as life has been cruel.
They play this game with me
that doesn't allow me to see.

My glasses are in on it too
a continual struggle
of hide and seek

So I cannot tell
if you are smiling at me
or glaring with gritted teeth.
Cíara McNamara
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Cíara McNamara  Ireland
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