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Nov 2017
I woke up to my own face,
What was happening?
Then I felt heat and heard a pinging sound,
like a ball bouncing against glass...
Then I realized the bathroom mirror,
Old and stained,
Was taunting me... Ready to scratch...
From a wise sub who taught me a better meaning of poetry while I was in the hospital.
Lizzie
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Lizzie  20/F/Somewhere at Sea
(20/F/Somewhere at Sea)   
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