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Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Broken

Reflections in a broken mirror
Life’s jagged contours, conforming
In the pale and faded mirror
A thousand pieces of me
In a thousand pieces of glass
A million specs of silver…dust

Look there
I am smaller than a splinter

I have known beauty
I washed in her pools 
I drank from her cup
Her juice stained my lips
With lies…and regrets
Cut by a thousand memories
Pale and sharp as daggers

See me
Ragged, bleeding in the wind

It blows through me
Through my corridor of dreams
The hallway of mirrors
Visions I cannot gather
They are howling of shadows
Greedy, hungry dreams…leeches
The desires of the virtuous

The vain, listing in the starless night

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