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I've come to realize that you don't hang on my words,
but on my eyelashes instead,
lingering underneath my eyelids and dancing around my iris:
you are what I see in the morning,
when I blink,
and when I go to sleep.
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I think this is my favorite of yours so far! It feels complete, whereas your other shorter poems didn't have that note of finality in their endings. I really like this one and I'm sure I'll come back to read it again. ;) My only suggestion is to change the title! It doesn't give the poem justice.
