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CRUSHED & LOST
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CRUSHED & LOST- by ILA Pieces of mirror, Reveal a pattern. Alas! My face is lost. Or is the mirror shy? In this cage of agony, Where do the images fly? I do see, A blurred shadow. But is it mine, Or the Mirror’s? Not unlike its, Is my spirit scattered. Though more distorted Is its pattern, Much dispersed Its ruins. Just wish, I had handled it with gratitude. Though solitary, But wouldn’t have it break its mute. Melancholic in its refrain, At least would have retained its tune. Had I not crushed it, It would have remained intact. Eloquent in its gaze, My face would have been a fact. |
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