a swinging gavel is coming down,
smashing the glass mirror,
that once showcased,
my stupidity.
it is blatantly clear now.
the mirror is no longer a necessity,
or an aiding constant,
that I never utilized,
to my benefit.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
a swinging gavel is coming down,
smashing the glass mirror,
that once showcased,
my stupidity.
it is blatantly clear now.
the mirror is no longer a necessity,
or an aiding constant,
that I never utilized,
to my benefit.
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