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There was a time 
When I was alone
And silence filled my house
It covered the world beyond my house in a mist
I couldn’t tell what lay beyond my doorstep
When i was little I would run from the quiet
I would climb on the counter and sit in front of the looking glass
And talk to the looking glass girl
I would sit in front of her and beg her to tell me
Of the looking glass world
And She would tell me of
sun that spilled through every room
Of sugar coated kindness from strangers
And gardens of opal and ruby
Of nights spent by candlelight
In the arms of a chair
And rainy days spent in a cup of tea
And painted skies of cotton candy
I beg and she would tell me of
Leather bound friends
And warm cloudy days
Of drawing smiles on the foggy car windows
Of rose petal baths after a long day
And dark brown coffee after a long night
Of the pain from laughter
And tears from happiness
I used to wish i could put my hand through the mirror
To step into her world
To walk in her world for a day
And leaved the silence behind
But I remain contented to sit and listen to her tales
And hoped some day I would find my world was a reflection of  the looking glass world
But years passed
And I passed to
I went out into the world of quiet and learned
What was hidden in the quiet
I returned changed and found the girl in the mirror had changed too
I sat on the counter and heard her new tale
Of gunshots and shattering glass
Of a mother's scream and a dogs whimper
Of the crack of falling branches and snap of a leg
Of the crack of lightning and the boom of thunder
Of a gasp of breath and a cry of despair
Of nights spent holding a weeping girl
And days spent cleaning up blood
I sat and heard
Of winters spent shivering in the cold
and summers spent dying in the heat
Of the moan of hunger and the howl of thirst
Of the sob of a lost child  
And the bawl of the broken heart
Of cruel words spoken by strangers
And the savage words spoken by a lover
I cried at her feet for the world
And she cried with me
For the world was not as we thought
And in learning this
we lost my looking glass world
And found only a reflection
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