Mirror on the wallA Poem by RivBehind those wooden stalls, behind the racks and clothes. There's something that sits so still, it's deathly ill. When I come to seek behind, I only wanted a shirt, but I found a mirror on my wall.
© 2015 RivAuthor's Note
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