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Apr 2013
The pupil grows
shrinks,    
comes up
to breathe,    
then hides behind
the blinks.                              
Blanketed by
a hazel iris
for emphasis
for color, attraction
for the unspoken bliss
to egress,
freely.
It’s all in the eyes,
those pistils
of your beauty.
Maxwell Mirabile
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