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– A Broken Mirror –

I stand before this living mirror;
I watch it move in thin grey light.
The shape of me is there,
but there is no depth behind the glass,
and your love for me is framed
by a cosmetic silhouette.

I write myself love letters
in red lipstick across the glass;
Small reminders of my former self
that I will always forget to read,
words in hate and haste of need
that make no sense to the future me.

The cruelty of lovers,
the kindness of strangers,
a crowding of faces,
their gazes leering heavily
upon my fragile soul,
revealing all of my harshest truths
within their empty eyes.

When we move in the shadows of hidden intent,
how can we ever truly see ourselves reflected?
The worlds behind me are warped,
and there is no reflection of me here;
Only a refraction of my fantasy.

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