Mirror Mirror
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Fri, May 15, 2015
This is collection of dialougic poems that I wrote between me and my reflection when I was in the hospital. I found copies of them recently that were horrific to the point I couldn't publish the so this is the watered down versions....
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