Ruminates of Ruminations
The mirror has always done that to me
Over and over and over again
It can be still if I want it to be
The mirror has always done that to me
My soul is aware, it cannot be free
For if I dare move, it drives me insane
The mirror has always done that to me
Over and over and over again
The mirror has always done that to me
Over and over and over again
It pretends to be an accessory
The mirror has always done that to me
It captures my mind, discarding the key
‘Till I am confined and locked in its chain
The mirror has always done that to me
Over and over and over again
The mirror has always done that to me
Over and over and over again
And the glass could care less, if I agree
The mirror has always done that to me
For its essence reflects my jealousy
Over and over reflecting the pain
The mirror has always done that to me
Over and over and over again

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At some point one begins to look like her grandparent used to look, and that is rather like magic because it cannot be true, right?






with much love & light~ Desire~*~











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