grass (or when it really comes to what happens when there are no mirrors)

i opened my eyes,
pain looked out into the world.

i opened the pain,
the world looked into me.

i walked on, and i was
perplexed, frightened, in love, confused.

and the grass, and the ivy
covered my footprints.

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