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Nov 2014
The mirror haunts my very soul
Fallowing my eyes as it goes
I look and stumble into hate
But what blindness can be compared to fate
Whoever has come to hate
The grotesque image that they seek
I for one am afraid to peak
Yes the mirror haunts my very soul
And none can offer any sweet console
k a watson
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