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Darling, paint the eyes
Every morning I paint a pair of eyes
to see the world for me—
Mine scream at
the sky fracturing into neon glass.
The dazzling eyes I painted—
I use them to fit in
the crowd dancing in chemical haze
—reasons left out at the gate.
I use them to study
the rites of smoke
—to ghost myself in every exhale.
I use them to ignore
the judgmental stare
—that inner child I silenced, it's always her
No good can come from spoiling the fun—
Darling, just blind yourself.
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Jasmine Tsai
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