I have surrounded myself with mirrors,
hoping that the last bit of hope I've held onto
won't escape without the chance of reflecting back.
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3 comments:
this is beautiful... it also makes me imagine those fantasy movies where you leave your reflection in the mirror even after you step away and they look sad... don't mind me im weird. but this is really lovely and thought evoking
hope does not a mirror see
thru its relfectioon it will flee
th trick is to find that knack
the ability to bring it back
Rax - thanks. did you see the illusionist? there is a good mirror scene in that one.
Ozy - thanks for the poetic response of truth
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