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Post date: Oct 30, 2014 6:23:25 PM
The Mirror
As I stand against the wall,
I stare deep into the mirror.
A figure to me gently calls,
The voice to me now grows nearer.
A character appears to me thrall
As I walk closer they grow clearer.
Their face grows increasingly pall.
I stare at the face dearer.
Terrified, I let out a squall
For it isn’t me in the mirror.
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