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Mar 2010
For this I stand infront the mirror
quiet as dead.
Looking.
And a whisper dives at my eyes
piercing my head.
I never knew whow he was...
Me?
An idol?
A pale form?

For that I stand infront the mirror
with the millions tales.
Waiting for a story from every
face.
Disarme
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   Ellie Sad and autumn black
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