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Glasses

I'll miss the old ones

Dearly

With their

Heavy

Plastic frames

Cheetah spots

And dark

Tortoiseshell

Rims

They would hide

Things

Shield things

And maybe

Protect

The new ones?

Well..

They're brighter

But sadder,

They show more

They hide less

Lighter

And clearer

The only weight

Resting upon

Two points

On the nose bridge

Instead of weighing down

On my face

A new image

A new character

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