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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"
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"
Published 17th Oct 2013
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