It's a nose, yes, sometimes blows a clot of snot
joins a sneer or angles interest - yet
It's a nose that shows me You at a glance.
Eyes emote, edges of another sphere - the light
which transforms within casts outward.
Portals, doors or corridors
they draw within as well.
Eyes can be mistaken, never noses.
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