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Pupils in Reflection
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My Broken Heart I can’t see clearly;
it hurts to keep my eyes open
to the truth of this pain.
I was once wide-eyed-
black core swelled
in hazel eyes.
Your face reflected
in flecks of hope,
rimmed by wishful thinking.
But now pupils dilate
at the absence of light,
eyelids shut to seal darkness.
