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Slicing through bellowing winds,
Cracking the mirror in two;
Black silhouettes cascade down the glass,
Catching the golden hues
that stare, deceived by their own reflections
marred in the murky depths,
never to see truth.
Copyright © Erica Rose | Year Posted 2016
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