Mirror glimpse,
How I see myself, Via the mirror or a glimpse of what inside lies, White tales stopped being told after moral binges long ago, When realized there is only the haunting of self to blame for the jests rendering me isolated in an oasis after following the heart's mirage into a desert landscape of dreams where I scrapped myself bare foot and bloody every day up off the pavement where I grew older every day as just another glimpse of one existing in wishful fantasy.
Photo By
Ramses Melendeze
In earnest anticipation of,
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