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Aug 2019
Looking into
And always
Falling through;

Mirrors hang hopelessly,
Strung out upon walls;

Paint peeling endlessly from their frames,
Crooked and warped,

Like the politicians that line our streets.

But there is more to them than that,
These mirrors hold stories of tears, laughter, and faces long forgotten.
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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