Never knew, never know

I feel like I speak like a 9 year old.
Simple, naive, and sincere without
an intention,
or even an understanding.

I first notice the eyes,
then the voice.
All else is futile.

I carefully examine my eyes in the mirror,
I become an other,
and imagine what they see in my eyes.

I am incapable of knowing
what thoughts
are behind the blue,
I assume they see yellow.

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