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BEHIND THE MIRROR
Reflections behind the mirror twist and blend,
memories melt into murky forgetfulness
and the borders of dreams blur.
I look in but see only myself,
a twisted travesty of personal identity
bent beyond recognition.
Like a dusty picture
forgotten in a cobwebbed corner
it has no value.
Faded by sun, corroded by mold,
its individuality is lost,
blended into mediocrity.
THE EXISTENCE OF A
RAINDROP DISSOLVES IN A PUDDLE
UNNOTICED.
Susan H. Cleveland
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