Off Limits
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Excuse my gaze.
My eyes have poor manners.
They tell my secrets to the deaf.
Break silence with their violent whispers
and snicker in braille for the blind to read.
I’m still teaching them discretion.
My eyes are windowless frames.
Climb in, my soul wide open.
Being translucent is all too familiar.
The unknown is known.
