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Mar 6
The life within,
the glass holding.
The 'us' in it,
same yet but never so.

The mirror reflect,
a life slowly decay.
The 'me' in it,
same yet but never so.

The news I received,
hurt and expecting.
The cold 'smile' in it,
same yet but never so.

The image I see,
people's lives from daily.
The 'day' in it,
same yet but never so.
Written by
Enoch
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     November Sky
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