Curve the mirror to open a path
to this vengeful doppelganger,
key chemical, a part of me.
It was so mundane, my view of chivalry,
the essence is draining,
no beauty to be found.
Am I okay with this?
Clarity is blurry, I realize I'm another
accessory in the background.
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Dismal Skies (Poetry)
Puisi1st collection of poems (Complete) Dark pieces about life to make you think and feel
