Tearing me apart:
       Seeing you seeing me be seen,
   ghosts of letting dry.
Eyes wide shut:
voices at the door,
no one home.
Triangles abound. 
       Three points where two lines meet,
   Counting to the eyes.

The eyes here perceive, 
  Seeing you seeing me see:
Give the eye to sight. 

A misfit's eight arms
       Paint over the painted-over,
   Can't all hold dirty brushes.
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