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Mirror

To the water puddle,
Laying on cobblestone,
Narrow, dirty, alone,
Shimmering like a riddle,
Mirror.

To the groudless lake,
Like a hole in the earth,
Scientific mistake,
To whom a montain once gave birth,
Mirror.

To the last tear in the Sahel,
Through miles and miles of endless sand,
Where no water will ever land,
Beneath the warmth of the Angel,
Mirror.

Mirror, mirror, tainted with ink
In every eye at which I wink,
In every raindrop that I drink,
Mirror, mirror, stare back at me,
Mirror, mirror, what do you see?

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