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she sits in front of this glass echo feeling perverse by its reverse as she traces the line of silver tears on this stranger's face she wonders whether years of stillness will yield sings of aging as she wastes away watching for a better person to take her place
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 5:56 PM UTC
self destruction and a mirror
she sits in front of this glass echo feeling perverse by its reverse as she traces the line of silver tears on this stranger's face she wonders whether years of stillness will yield sings of aging as she wastes away watching for a better person to take her place
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 5:56 PM UTC
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