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Oct 2014
my red turns brown,
hers sparkles
invisible to me is our equality but then again my
blind spots were always
more frequent and more fatal
than my fellow neighbors'
these hollow eyes of mine are piercing
glass
they crack
black
are my irises
no matter how blue
they seem
Audrey Gleason
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Audrey Gleason  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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   Abdullah Ayyash and Md HUDA
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