Poezie
mirror in the dark
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Mediu
tears shed
for no particular reason
salty drops of wax
are still hanging
into thin air
echoes
of mad laughter
are running back and forth
through empty hallways
of memory
i chop off
a bit of my loneliness
and give it to you
as a poisonous
welcome gift
i’m a mirror
abandoned in the dark
reflecting my own
unfathomable depths
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