In darkness, wide-eyed, she blinks and stares.
<br />She feels the sun upon her bare.
<br />They tell her of such things as sight,
<br />Of color, depth, contrast and height.
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<br />But all she knows is what she feels,
<br />And tastes and smells-- her senses reel.
<br />With fingers that are like ten eyes,
<br />She pokes and prods, and tests and spies.
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<br />She does not need to see to know
<br />Who someone is or where to go.
<br />She has memorized every step and sound,
<br />Each person’s voice-- every inch of ground.
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<br />She hears a smile and can smell deceit.
<br />She can sense victory as well as defeat.
<br />And just like you, she laughs and cries,
<br />And sees, she does, but not with her eyes.
by EpicFailGuy
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