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Jul 2017
Untitled
Under,
the mirror.
I am flying.
Under,
The mirror
I am shining.
Under,
The mirror
I am dead and blind.
Everything's a slur.
I love feeling the mirror,
But only if I hold my breath
Will I see it again.
Written by
WalkerZ
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