How faithful few can ocstracize so deep
Absorbing conscience to nocturnal sleep,
Sheltered haunts that movement the abyss
Where cancerous obsessions, reminisce!
Hopes reflect in what the looking glass
Shall fantasize still further, tears alas,
Will stir all those reminders one facade
Having not, what hopes before have played.
Drifting glides upon the black-top sheen
Of surface that was once a beauty queen,
Crouched in what appears to disarray
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who stray?
The lyrical but often words I've dread
Flee never was my saying so instead
Mirror mirror on the wall, who stares?
Time moves on, a younger one prepares.
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