I am a distorting mirror
Twisted by constant use.
I am invisible,
You don't see the dried husk
Of mummified ambition
That stares at me.
The mirror has cracked but
The image remains,
As the edges tarnish.
Twisted by constant use.
I am invisible,
You don't see the dried husk
Of mummified ambition
That stares at me.
The mirror has cracked but
The image remains,
As the edges tarnish.
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