Blurred Faces
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It’s like a new world
Vision blurred
People wave their fingers in my face
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Two wait now three you know I can see that right”
But I can’t see not really
Because it’s all blur and without these glasses at the tip of nose
The world confusing and warped
All these missing faces coming towards me
I fear them. . .
I fear what I can’t see
The future is blurred to me
And I pray every day that this thing on my face doesn’t fall off
That I don’t have to watch them be crushed
That the images don’t become shaky
And blurred
With lifeless faces
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