Mirror, Mirror
some things
are too obvious
for
a
mirror
to bother with
eyelash
sliding
down my cheek
dusting
yesterday
on
withering
regret
stained
lips
here
at the
end
of
a dirt road
where
no
bell
will
chime
to
your exit.
© Gry W Christensen
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