Years past since his mother a mirror bestowed, Oh, adorned silver on silver etched light glowed: Beheld a man of…
All the Faded Glass
In utter disgust she could only tell, This mirror her weapon lest she fell Soon whispered the light in meagre…
Finding Myself again
At some point I decided to enter a spherical room covered in a single mirror. At the epicentre of the…
Through the Mirror
At times he would not but dares, Would look through himself how deep, Who he is and thinks where he…
Behind the Mirror
Or was it a dream that never fought, Or better yet this image she sought, A beauty that cast herself…
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