I detest it
To the moon and back
For the crystal ball does not lie
I shrink from it
The mirage shrinks as well
My spine tingles
Perfect polished porcelain
No indentations
No scratches
The sun reflects off its glass surface
It glows
I want to shatter it
Nothing can escape its expecting eye
It's almost invisible
My eyes are blind
To what it does to the others
To me
I shrink from it
For this miasma morphs my mirage
To a mesmeric monstrosity
It glows
And I detest it
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
I detest it
To the moon and back
For the crystal ball does not lie
I shrink from it
The mirage shrinks as well
My spine tingles
Perfect polished porcelain
No indentations
No scratches
The sun reflects off its glass surface
It glows
I want to shatter it
Nothing can escape its expecting eye
It's almost invisible
My eyes are blind
To what it does to the others
To me
I shrink from it
For this miasma morphs my mirage
To a mesmeric monstrosity
It glows
And I detest it
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