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Optical Illusion
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Loving Tributes Sometimes I think
We’re looking at each other
Through different lenses
With lighting on opposite sides
It doesn’t make any sense
Because the shade of brown
In your clear reflective pools
Is so similar to my own eyes.
I wish I could see myself how you do
Flawless despite discolorations
Found by examining blushed skin
But I find myself unable to.
Instead, I let teardrops collect
In these pools making the reflection
I’ve learned to accept become
Even more blurred than before.
