Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
you hang there judging wide and tall.
From a nail and wire thus restrain,
suspending my gross appearance to reveal my shame.
But beyond the folds, crows feet, and moles
there is a place you cannot behold.
From beneath the blood and beyond the bone
are concealed adventures and propositions unknown.
by,
Martin Braun
6/25/2020
Copyright © Martin Braun | Year Posted 2020
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