'Resort to blindness', she said
The ink still black in her mouth.
Turning her shoulder away
her eyes the last to leave
'You can only miss
what you can still see.'
What an irreverent reverie
from a decadent witch.
What an awful hitch-
It is hard to blind the inner mind
when what is missing is all
I want to see.
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