Shadows

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The mirror broke in front of me

Forming a dark, dingy shadow

"wondering little wonderer"

It said, his voice, thundering.

Numbness became me

I became silent

Something screamed inside me

My wine turned into dark coffee.

How is it that I see him?

My mind whirl pooled and asked.

Oblivion it is

My coffee became a blood stream 

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