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Seeing Things
She looked
Through her eyes,
Through a double pane
Of glass,
Into a cafe
Where a man,
Looked
Through his eyes,
Through a double pane
Of glass,
Into her eyes,
And through the
Light and the shadows,
Refractions and reflections,
Colors and currents of air,
For a brief fleeting moment
They thought they were
Seeing things.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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