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Mar 2019
Two blind eyes behind the lens of a beholder.
One for familiarity,
The other for rarity.
The city bathes in a candlescape
no longer seen by those wetted pupils.
The moisture reflecting the city back as a mirror.
A small offering for frames still worn,
and the magical warmth of such candles.
Beauty in Both. Om.
Ayeglasses
Written by
Ayeglasses  Seattle Born/São Paulo
(Seattle Born/São Paulo)   
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