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I read one hundred pages of a mirror then
Stop and see.
Suddenly
Sick but no sickness comes,
Misery without tears.
Spilling,
Expelling onto a page,
Closer,
A knot in my throat
Begs, pleads to escape.
No.
A calm appearance
Replaces serenity,
Left with glass
Formed from the sand and fire inside
So that world may look into a mirror
And see what peace comes.





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