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Nov 2010
The enemy was strong
but I was stronger
two hundred blows
two hundred parries
and when the dust settled,
I finally figured it out.
I was at war with my own reflection.
So I glared at my rival
with rage in my eyes
and I shattered the mirror.
Cain Arkay Lazarus
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Cain Arkay Lazarus  28/Genderqueer/California
(28/Genderqueer/California)   
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   Kal Kirk
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