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I look in the mirror
and hate what I see:
wasted space
staring back at me
like a long lost friend
I’m too bitter to face.
it’s been so long
since we’ve gone
our separate ways,
I can barely recognize
the way she smiles:
counterfeit
and wild.
but the smoke in the mirror
draws me nearer
to the spark inside her
waiting to ignite
a glorious fire,
to catalyze
the entropy
brewing deep
inside of me.
I look in the mirror
and hate what I see:
the charred memory
of the burning girl
I used to be.
BOOK THREE COMING SOON.
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