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Sep 2012
Look in the mirror.
Now close your eyes.
When you open them, I want you to see yourself
Under the same glorious light
That I see
Shining upon you.

You are beautiful
In the most masculine sense.
Just a glance from across the room,
I'm lusting.

Have you ever seen your eyes
The way I have seen them?
A mosaic of green and brown,
A little bit of blue.
I regard the way your smile jumps into your eyes
With reverence
But am not ignorant to
The slight ghost of your heartache.

Because you do not see yourself
The same way
That I see you.
Written by
Molly Patterson
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