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Mar 2013
my eyes are burning or at least
well
what the **** ever they HURT
burning like a blow torch has been lit near
so
i rub with the palm of my hands the nearest lid
with pressure equivalent to the blueness of *****
and
my vision is only more irritated. blinding and distorted
crossing my eyes only to envision the same reality
both
challenged and encompassing within the entire room
welcomed and narrowed into the self i dont yet know

im not tripping
not drunk
high
delirious

i dont want to weep for her
she should earn it
and yet
my eyes
my ******* eyes
are dry
allan jain bonder
Written by
allan jain bonder
477
   Roni Shelley
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