Mirrors
I've never met another person
Whose soul seemed to reflect mine so perfectly
Keeping careful track of each smudge,
and each line
Perhaps my dear,
This was the source of our downfall
Over the years, our once bright and glimmering front
got worn down
We were labeled antique
Our silver, cracked, incomplete
Some light, meant to reflect
Gets caught up in our cracks
and the darkness within us
Carves deep lines in our surface
And we both have a fear of our dark
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