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Jun 2012
standing in a room of mirrors
but all the reflections are of you
as I whirl and twirl, frantically
wondering what happened to me
there, you're laughing (and pointing)
now, your image haunts visibly
the only way out of this room
illusions shatter, at my feet
Written by
DeeDeeK
643
     st64, Lily Mae, K Balachandran and DeeDeeK
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