Reflection

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Poetry

Staring into a desolate river

Waters still, reflection on the surface

Hatred pouring down from the eyes

Caught in a battle of wits

Face unmoving, the reflection sways

Changing into a demonic bliss

It's only a matter of time before the evil pours out

Just like the blood from your heart

Drowning in piss

 

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