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by bri May 11, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Looking through to that mirror The other side seen Memories of tears The cuts not so clean Shattered Glass Forgotten past As foot steps walk forward The minds walking toward To what needs to be left alone To be left as cold as stone Why this way? Why now? Why here? Why can\'t anything be remotely clear?