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Shitty Mirror
I broke my shitty mirror,
Seven years bad luck,
Just to feel the glass grind in,
Into the body of the awful fuck.
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It was all a ride to you,
As I gave my heart and soul,
It is fun to watch the glass break skin,
And pay in blood my toll.
Sort of hard to tell who cut
Sort of hard to tell who cut who, but apparently its supposed to read like that. It has a nice flow to it.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you so very much. It is
Thank you so very much. It is supposed to be all together but unless I put the astrick there is becomes all one poem and that isn't right.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.