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mirror



i get
lonely for
myself
sometimes staring
into a mirror startled
by what i
see is it me
or what i have
become the glass
grows dark when
reflected
too many times and then
i laugh because i
no longer fear this
loss of myself
sometimes me is
not what i wish to be

what good are mirrors
anyway







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