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Dec 2014
My eyes, a see-through window
full of smudges,
Light can barely pass through them,
It's hard to see in and out.
Though people still stand in front of them: waving as if trying to clear the smudges with their hands
But all I see are their intentions becoming more blur :(
Thank god for glasses and whoever created them
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Everlasting
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