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- Poetry > Free VerseClean, dirty-brown eyes gnaw at me like salt at a wound and I can’t tell whether I’m looking at or away from them. Is there even a difference at this point? A berry chew-smack-blow-pop turns my head and I ask the one person to whom I never give. In this room I’m always driving backwards o...