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Dark Mirrors~
To what use is a mirror in the night
But to give vanity the utmost fright
I've forgotten what it means
As back and forth it leans-
My mind in which it sways
Yet in my dreams my heart stays
But where is it incased
Is it imprisoned or chased
Thoughts are of no use
Where life becomes obtuse
And the beating of the heart
Shows gratification of the start
Without no end
Even around the bend
Deaths vessel is taken
But no heart is mistaken
Maybe the mind only dreams
And questions what it all means
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Anything But Ordinary
PoetryA collection of original poems and thoughts with rhymes of a wandering mind that is anything but ordinary.
