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[aid] => mick
[title] => Torn Contact Lens
[time] => 2005-03-09 13:47:04
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[bodytext] => Twist and twist, the cap Comes off the case And in front of the mirror he sat, Looking glass, watching his face. The whites of his eyes red Swollen, abused, seeming dead. Clear plastic circle on The tip of his finger intended For his eye to see in the sun. But he sees the tear, splendid. Extra set off to the side In the box he left them to hide. When inserted behind his lid He can see with no doubt What his decision did; It was something he never thought about. Last night he slipped her The pill which caused a blur. He brought her back to Where he lived and did What he felt he could do When it could be hid. He smoked the blunt He drank to put up the front. As she was out, he did What he could to get what he Wanted, however forbidden It was. He just touched what he could see. Then she awoke to find She had been raped as she was blind. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 65 [informant] => dragonluvsong [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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