When I look in the mirror,
I see the other side,
I see the fire,
The dirt, the soil.
When I see the mirror,
I see the white wall,
The first glass ball,
The only real pedestal.
When I glance at the mirror,
I glimpse a shadow,
It always disappears so fast,
Low into the shallows.
When I look at the mirror,
The darkness, it relives,
Relies on my impatience,
To never see what it does.
Nothing.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoetryThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
