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Stormy PoeticJustice
19 April 2002
16 mm
You refuse to open your eyes.
They remain squeezed shut,
the same way
they have been for years.
You only know what you see;
you only see what you can imagine.
Images projected like reality
on the backs of your eyelids.
How can you claim
to know me
when you refuse
to open your eyes
and see me?
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