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Mirror

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Wall of glass that pulls me near, � � �
Neither Alice nor the witch, � � �
Just a face, disquiet night,
Where tire treads of life appear. � � �
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In my dearth of 2 AM, � � �
Before the daily meds' drear � � �
Worldly wraps me in its grasp, � � �
Ghastly voices call my name. �
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The image there bears none of me, � � �
A man looks back, barely known. � � �
The eyes, darkened sleepless night, � � �
With voices of the missing gone. � � �
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Only me, reflecting there, � � �
Every shard of Fifty-five. � � �
Written every step of me, � � �
And the ghosts I�ve left behind. �
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One voice silences them all: � � �
Impish lilt in silver bells. � � �
Laugh that distances dispel, � � �
Words, a mighty tiger�s roar. � � �
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Calming lull where I am found, � � �
Heart where I am truly known. � � �
Haunting whispers fall away,
Alone your songs fill my soul.
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