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Fun House Mirror
My skewed perception, this fun house mirror
I touch my hand to the glass to make sure that it’s there
While my heart leaks like a sieve carrying the lies that I breathe
To the sponge in my head that absorbs as it pleases
While intangible love feeds on the mentally ill
Hope and doubt coincide as irrelevant thrills
And through the fragments of your light I can see everything clearer
At least through my perception, my ugly cracked mirror
