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Louise Ruen Dec 2016
The truth is the glaze of your eyes.
It beams off you like the sun beams of light.
And ever since I was a kid I would gage at the sun,
wondering if it could really make you blind.

After all these years you gave me the answer
I'm curious - What meaning did you get out of this poem?

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