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About This Poem
The Reflection
Promises, I no longer make,
they're much too costly to
keep.
I'd much rather avoid the
heartache,
and the tears that I know you
will weep.
I will no longer subject myself,
to rules that I know I won't
follow.
Unable to sit on the shelf,
saying words that resound so
hollow.
I look in the mirror at a man,
there's nowhere for him to
hide.
His skeletons swept in the
dustpan,
the closet they no longer
reside.
The reflection of a man I now
see,
and to realize that the
reflection is me.
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