Two
When she was born
Her eyes were yellow
Somehow she’s fooled us
Into thinking
They’re a deep shade
Of mahogany
And since we hate her
We hate ourselves
And we must do everything
To keep ourselves
From becoming monsters
That lie within us
And within her
And that lie generally.
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