Written 1 July 2026 for Finish in Ten Poetry Contest of Nette Onclaud
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I see my face in a fractured mirror, It reflects shattered images quite deep, Secrets that the fragments can hardly hide, A warped and slanted view of what I was, Reflecting a pale painful pining face. I try to glue the pieces together, But that is a battle lost before-hand, The fracture dealt, too wide and pulled aside, The sharp sardonic sides still stay stalemate, Reflecting myself as a ghastly ghost.
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