The Ghost of My Soul
I look in the mirror and see the ghost of my soul.
My eyes see through me to the essence of the whole.
The essence of my being is staring at me.
Through the plain of reflection the mirror doesn't lie!
I see a soul becoming restless, waiting for me to die.
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