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Mirrors

March 17, 2016
By KantTouchThis SILVER, Madison, Wisconsin
KantTouchThis SILVER, Madison, Wisconsin
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I open the wooden door,
It sighs with a creak.
Rain whispers more,
Onto my red cheek.

Rain drops slow,
An imminent cold.
A pleasant shower,
A constant hour.

Every water tip,
A quiet drip.
A smooth blend,
Into an infinite end.

A moving reflection,
A facing complexion.
A fallacious mirror,
Yet so much clearer.

I look through,
And see you.
Yet you are me,
An equal decree.

And I stare in,
At myself and I.
To a dark grin,
A delusive lie.



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