It starts with the eyes, then come ears
Follow them tongue, nose and skin
Eyes, I read about them in science class
They have a blind spot, which makes sense, after all these years.
It happened one Saturday morning,
Like this one.
Going through an old photo album
Where are they,
the people who were once visible,
You could touch them.
You saw them all over the place.
Where are they now, I hope they exist.
In the blind spot of my eyes.
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