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THE MIRROR I want to feel, the touch of your hand. -Blindly you see- Your breath, on the back of my neck. -Deeply I hurt- Behind me, your skin warms me. Sexually. Beautifully. But I don't know how to get in! Everything about you; your mind, your anger, your reality, your fear, makes, what you are. Alone. Numbed inside, you reach out to feel. Once again, no one is there. He gets up and looks in in the mirror. Crying! Screaming! He asks himself why? Why? Why? But the mirror doesn't answer. Shattered, blood dripping from his fists, an empty frame sits on the wall. |
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The fear of throwing this one out is scary. Don't abuse me too bad everyone. Oh well, YIKES!
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