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Poem written for and submitted to “Some Kind of Mystery” poetry contest, Nette Onclaud, sponsor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The mirror whispers what I already know~ I am the architect of my own throne. Silence bends around my voice, a gravity too strong to escape. Even the stars tilt their axis when I walk through the door. History is just an audience waiting for my soliloquy.
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