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Jul 2016
sometimes you say
i have oceans in my eyes.
not once have I thought
that so.

my eyes are thin
and grey;
they are no "silver lining".

the green that lines them
is not seaweed,
but the mold of a past
mess.

you have told me my eyes
are reflective.
but they simply harbor the
colors of lonely skies
and mismatched loves.

you have described beauty
and freedom
within my irises.


but I can't see them
unless there's a layer
of glass between.

i don't see the oceans.
so how can i know they're real?
allissa robbins
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allissa robbins  22/Gender Fluid/phx
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