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| Mirror Pane |
5/5/2004
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When words escape me, I look in the mirror.
What do I see in its reflection?
A piece of mind, a piece of heart, a shattered glass of mirror pane.
When life escapes me, I look through the broken mirror.
And it returns my stare.
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