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Mirror Empty, Mirror Full
The specter in the mirror predicts that
I am going to be wonderfully burnt.
And I am burnt, burnt to the core.
All of my trembling edges,
All of those unimpressed pages
Narrate my soulful soulless endeavors.
I stand in the doorway of avoidance and I stand still.
I stand there with my favorite bankrupt dreams.
The specter calls them butterfly hallucinations.
Yes, I am hallucinating.
I am having visions of the unattainable.
The loser in me is reaching the peak.
The stunner in me is losing the game.
The specter in the mirror utters
Mantras of innocence to me
When I walk into the pitch-black path
And distinguish my shadow from the darkness.
Then eventually I build many barriers around me,
Barriers that help me to recognize YOU.
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When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.
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