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Shattered Image In An Unbroken Mirror
I had a love, I swear I did; I know it must be true, Because my soul still bears the mark, The imprint of her hand. In desperation, before the mirror, wide I rip my shirt, And search, with manic eyes, the reflection bared therein. Surely there must be a trace, a mark, a sign, An inscription, a signature, anything at all Upon the space above my heart. Maddened, I scan the breast endlessly. Nothing. I had a love, I swear I did; I know it must be true, We shared our selves, our life, our love, One body, mind and spirit. I know that she was mine, I know; She told me it was so. But here I am, where she is not, Mumbling like a crazed and sorry fool; And sooth, I know that she is better off without me, So tell the truth now, That at least you owe yourself; At least that motley sum; Look in the mirror once again, no flinching, hold it steady; A prize I ain’t. So at least pretend to be a man, You sniveling little bastard.
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