November 26, 2009
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Another world, though same it seems
Twisted through unseeing eyes
Slowly picking at the seams
Undoubtedly leading to her demise

She can’t stop looking, and yet she’s blind
To her own beauty, and true reflection
In which she cowers, she cries for hours
In pursuit of what’s to come
In life beyond the mirrors

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