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August 29, 2003

Eyes closed,
lips pressed tight.
"Open your eyes,"
you tell me.
"I'll try,"
I whisper.
But I look around
and I can't concentrate.
One tiny glimpse
of you comes to me.
Eyes strain to stay,
but soon close.
Too many years...
the habit takes hold.
Now, when I look,
I wish I'd kept them open.