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May 2015
Mud
Maybe it’s this
Drink
That’s making my
Vision
Swirl like
Hurricanes

I keep breaking
Everything in my path
Vases
Picture frames
Hearts

The only clear
Vision I have
Is that look
On your face
When I told you
'I love you'

Your muddy brown eyes
Look just beyond
Mine

The sound
Of your
Silence
Sits atop my
Eardrums
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