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Jan 2011
Two strangers stand looking at a painting
He thinks it looks like a tree;
She thinks it looks like the ocean;
They both see rain and miss the sun.

Simultaneously they touch glass and gasp
Because the mirror squeaks like their brains
and they only just realized they weren't listening.
Emma
Written by
Emma  Nomad
(Nomad)   
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   Lucan and Ryan Bowdish
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