Wednesday, November 18

Mirror Mirror

mirrormirror
not my friend
but a jester

reflecting back
the dark rings,
the tired hair.

& if freely the
shower is run
& cold morning

bathtub is toes
upon, just another
day is brought

before me to
endure, & be un-
special as

life carries on
just the way I
don’t wish it to.

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