Struggling for familiarity in unfamiliar faces
Fading images with closing eyes
Never far from my inner sight
Faces in her, in him, in it
Unfamiliar to my naked eyes
My naked eyes are telling lies
Round cheeks and broad bright smile
I've seen it before, I'm unsure
Hypnotic hips, powerful thighs
Have I laid at their sides
Uncertainly familiar with the images I see
I can't tell
Are my eyes playing tricks
Are the unfamiliar familiar to me
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