nobody told me
that mirrors were dangerous.
now, i'm made of glass
that will shatter
with one single touch.
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White Heat's Grave (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis book contains an assemblage of brief free-verse poems that express my views and experiences. It encompasses eighteen years of my life and a particular manifestation of melancholy. All poems created and shared were original. Any unauthorized use...
viii. mirror, mirror
nobody told me
that mirrors were dangerous.
now, i'm made of glass
that will shatter
with one single touch.
