Mirror Regrets, conflicts, defectsFrom the mirror life reflectsImages of what wasShadows of what wasn’tReminder of what can beFate plays on fleeting reelsSurreal spectres, unreal dreams Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
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