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Oct 2014
A hand reaches for the glass.
Warm fingers meet cold crystal,
trying to wipe away the imperfections.
As unforgiving as ever,
the flaws remain.
Mirrors are a painful thing, are they not?
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
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