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Oct 13
I always thought I had green eyes,
they are blue.
Envy has discoloured them
and obscured my true view.
Having now matured;
trauma, aging, greying (audible gasp),
healing is happening
in ways not anticipated
nor valued at first.
But now I am embracing
my blue eyes to see new.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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     Scarlet McCall and Jeremy Betts
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