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Apr 2020
The mirror we thought was our reflection,
                           now cracked and distorted.

For were we really looking deep enough,
or were we just hoping that what we saw
                       was a true reflection of love.

Not a fun house mirror of regret.
                           Not showing the true extent
of what we saw.

But a reflection of what we wanted.



                          Truth is never that kind...
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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