A Thursday Poem: Magnifying glass

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sitting under a magnifying glass is only fun in the twilight

you can see the beauty of an iris

brown golden rays beaming from

pupils darting back and forth

surveying your every wrinkle

condemning your every flaw

tapping on glass is agony

and sunrise is a death sentence

nothing but coals and scrutiny

 

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