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What do you see when you look at me--
Your eyes say what they feel,
But I need to hear what they'd speak my dear--
Your pupils do bite and tear yet...
My ears do not listen to the stares they glare--
And I cannot understand these two mighty holes through me
Wondering as I fall,
"What are you made of my love?"
"Jaffe's Girlfriend" 5/22/'15