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The Mirror 3: the crack

The Mirror calls me again
Yet, this is different
Voice haunted with despair
Laced with... Hope?

Softly it shouts for me
I must see what it wants
It looks at me with crack
Right down the middle

It broke...? Yet smiles
..Its free.
Is says,
"If I had one wish.
it would be that time flies
till you get over that bridge"
Written by stonehorn (RavensYouth)
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