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eyes FRONT!

i didn't want you to think
what i thought you'd think
i'd be thinking you thought.

i didn't...
i didn't want you to believe i was staring at your nature
instead of AT nature
grass. dust. chromosomes... you nah. you.

so i keep these eyes
on the hectic horde of gas guzzlers,
who honk because "they're too blessed to be stressed"
instead of stopping to witness nature's sites
and oh! what a sight...
as seen from inside the taxi, through quick hurried glances.

eyes FRONT!

29:11:12
tracy j h

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