Mirrors

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The condensation trickling down the shot glass

Mirrors the sweat saturating my forehead

Mirrors the saliva watering my mouth

Mirrors the tears caressing my cheek


The tinted glass of the seductive bottle

Mirrors the mask I use to hide myself

Mirrors the thoughts becoming less clear

Mirrors the darkness enveloping my mind


The salt and lime that go with the tequila

Mirrors the failed attempts to soothe the pain

Mirrors the distractions I am forced to perform

Mirrors the feeling of numbness I impose upon myself

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