Glasses


Every time
He fights with me
He ends up
Buying
A new pair of glasses

Square, round
Or oblong
Thinking
This time
He will
See a new world
Devoid of me

Every time
I become
More clear
Clearer
To him
He doesn’t know
His eyes are
My Home !

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