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Oct 2017
this head
is a blur to
you, an opaque,
one way mirror
reflecting back
your own figure.
so don't try to
guess, or project
how i might
think or feel,
i am a closed
book, and unless
i open up, there's
a cavern that
a wide endless
pit, a sea, a land,
a piece of sky,
a world growing
beneath hazel
green eyes.
Written by
katie  Liverpool
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