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Jan 2016
I broke a mirror once.
I wanted to see
what was inside it.
Then I glued the broken shards
bach onto the frame.
My reflection was cracked
broken and surreal.
I think the mirror
was showing me a reflection
of what was inside me.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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