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Until We Go Blind
When I look at your face
It's as though I looked at something incandescent
For when I turn my eyes and blink
I see an afterimage
Of your perfect face
Like I see after looking at a naked light bulb
But I rarely turn away
My eyes are glued to you
And yours to me
Like stationary rays from airport beacons
I suppose that we'll stand here
Smiling and staring
Until we go blind
