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Feb 2020
Do you see her?
Do you believe her?
The mirror that is cracked,
the smile that turns feral.
How long have you known?
Years in passing,
you might not have seen it at all.
Do you understand?
She cries,
she does.
But they all want her tears of gold,
not her pain.
Pain, the only thing
that is real.
Jules Anton
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Jules Anton  hell's gates
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