Is the reflection you see
what you wish it to be?

Aren't we all reflections
of each other?

Do we "see" and "hear"
whats being said to us
by the one calling out
our names?

Will we hear ourselves
calling out our own names?

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall...
Mirror, Mirror, within us all...
Mirror, Mirror, upon you I call...

Reflections of you and I
Reflections of the universe
all lie within our mirrored
hearts...

Can you hear me?

Do you see me?

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If my ears dont hear you
If my eyes don't see
I will hold onto the feeling
and as I radiate it into the universe
it will be mirrored all over the world

As I reflect myself
I also reflect you
perfect vibrations
In a world we could
make so perfect

If we only gave a ****

The smell of your cigarette still lingers;
Note to self: Open the window...

The things you wrote to me;
Note to self: Delete...

The blame you cast upon me;
Note to self: ******* let it go...

I don't care anymore... this heart is closed.
Note to self: No Vacancy...

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"Closed for the winter season.

Will re-open in Spring."
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"Hello, hello...is this Hotel Heart?
Could I talk to the proprietress,
Lily Mae?

I'd like to make a reservation for 2 weeks in April;
a double room with hot shower, double bed,
and personal room service.

Any vacancies for that time?"

"Hello...you've reached Hotel Heart.
We're currently closed,
but will be re-opened in the early Spring;

please leave me your contact information,
and I'll get back with you
as soon as the reconstruction is finished.

Thank you for calling
and have a great day."

The Queen and Princess Treacle
were sitting in the bath
The Queen let off a raspberry
while Princess Treacle laughed

The Princess dropped a hot one
the bubbles like perfume...
the Queen was quite disgusted
and stormed out of the room...

Treacle was quite perplexed
so laughed a little more
'til Queenie shouted oh so loud;
' You filthy royal ***** '

Treacle released a sinister laugh
a ***** she might be...
Yet Philip didn't seem to mind
removing her dungerees

he done her in the palace gardens
late one summer's night
Treacle was but a young lesbian
but he sorted her out alright

As Treacle's secret garden doors were
opened, under the light of the moon...
Queenie did bellow for her corgis
searching from room to room...

but all she found was Philip
shafting Treacle on the lawn
so they had a royal *******
then watched some German ****