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Sometimes, when I open my eyes 
Everything is foggy for a second
Like when the steam from hot chocolate wafts up and mists my glasses over and irons my nose with that hot air scent
Sometimes when I dive underwater and come back up with my hair streaming behind me like one tangled continuous wave
And I open my eyes
They get hot like chamomile tea 
And watery like old tears
Sometimes, my eyes are clouds that no one can discern,
See-through but foggy
And wistful like a muddy puddle
Sometimes, I don't open my eyes at all
Because I want to stay 
In myself