Looking GlassA Poem by grayscalethe silver pane, not dull or crass beneath a thinning frame of glass a mimic moves, with great perfection as i stare at my reflection i see myself, all and whole and wonder, is this my soul? The mirror it seems, a translucent mass a portal through the looking glass
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