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Aug 19
sharp vision
that's the mission

glasses before my eyes
to fix every mistake
simple and wise
corrections small
for one other call

positive
negative

close and far

my eyes are in war
they have fought
I stressed them out

till everything comes back
blurry so bad
blink
CantSeeMe
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CantSeeMe  15/Belgium
(15/Belgium)   
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