The mirror that stood before me was once as unscathed as the reflection.
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But lately cracks starts to form, the reflection turned many.
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Now it stood before me once again but where is my one true reflection?
Labels: poem
just one tender moment i cannot find.. well maybe i had none
The mirror that stood before me was once as unscathed as the reflection.
Labels: poem
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