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Mirror...
im watching you
watch yourself in the mirror
on you hand is change
assuming the shape of a scissor
i watch you cut
your hair but still
i see you
just wearing a new crown
yet still i see you
same sweet smiling
child of rage
self conforming image
in shroud
a ghost now but still
i see your feet
touching the ground
couldnt bear that
sight
a quiet shadow
crying an eerie sound
now
im watching you again
watch yourself
infront of the mirror
now more determined
and brave to stare
in those eyes and clearer
its a wonder for me
to watch you greet yourself
i can see how you
welcomed the lashes
whipped by your reflection
and more else
i realize now
while i seem to sink or melt
how you made a glorious
alliance with age
your darkness
have died right
before my very eyes
showed to me by that scene
when i watched you
watch yourself
infront of your mirror.
