*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

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Salt on skin

I cry silently, surreptitiously, impassively
so privately in public places.
Notice? No. You've neglected nothing;
these blue grinning eyes are masters of disguise.

Tears like mine are only descried
by those who discern distant traces
of the white on white
of salt on skin.

The hyperopic keep their distance;
the rest kept an arm's length away,
squinting and smiling.
Blurry becomes me.

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