I wonder if I'm staring, so I stop;
I close my eyes, but I still look at you.
I'm no longer admiring the view,
Instead I use internal Photoshop.
I know your face so well that I can pop
It up in front of me, and so I do,
Without my eyes. And that way, too,
I can without a difficulty crop
Out anything that I don't want to see
(You know I have your smile memorized
And so I see it even with shut eyes).
But I would rather see reality
Than anything my mind could have devised;
It's never good to live with pleasant lies.
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