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The Looking Glass
I met you lurking in the night
in dreamscape lands
from Dali's brush.
More of a shadow than a man
fracturing my world apart
with ideas, I've never had.
Lies that seem so true
reflect in the mirror
from an innocent smile.
I never smile back
but you don't seem to care
as you dwell in my thoughts,
uninvited.
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