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Reflections
Reflecting from the broken bottles
You can see my face
I am not myself, you see
I am another being
In the muddy waters of the lake
You can see my hand
For I am the ripples
The garbage that dies from poison
The city seems to dance with life
You can see the death in my shoes
I am the world you view
A world where the trash and grasses glue together
A child's collage of glitter and paper
The handprints on my feet
The clouds turn into bulls that charge
Ground vanishes in time
You can see my face
I am not myself, you see
I am another being
In the muddy waters of the lake
You can see my hand
For I am the ripples
The garbage that dies from poison
The city seems to dance with life
You can see the death in my shoes
I am the world you view
A world where the trash and grasses glue together
A child's collage of glitter and paper
The handprints on my feet
The clouds turn into bulls that charge
Ground vanishes in time
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