The Bones of My Life
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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This is not
seeing through rose-colored lenses,
but maybe I'm sick of pink
the pink of being in love
in
fatuated
with the feelings I create.
Instead, I'm left with
the blue-green view
that comes from
simply seeing through
my own eyes.
~October 2007
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