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Part I:

Their arm is outstretched

not at all tentatively.

Purposefully, 

their frame shifts to your eyes

and

lingers.

 

That’s how 

they looked at your,

owl-wide eyes

it was like you were iridescent, through those years,

like your eyes were pinned

painfully

open. Glimpsed in everyone’s peripheral,

the glare affronting

but you

couldn’t say it hurt you

you didn’t know why

when you closed your eyes you

dissipated into every orifice.

     You didn’t want too

disappear,

but doesn’t everyone think that would fix it?

Caleb Kazoglou

The author Caleb Kazoglou

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