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This morning she gazed into the mirror

there surely was nothing fair today

and the silver glass fitted in wood

was shattered from middle to the edge

a spider web revealed the truth

seven years of bad luck to be known

and her face behind the broken glass

cut into a million squares

an expression of superstitious reaction

of surprise and twisted fear

silk fingers run along the silver

broken lips quiver as she stares ahead

her shattered sister, her silver self

feels like she is the one thats broken

change is inevitable, this mirror shows the truth

there is no one fair in this fairy tale

its all a dream made up from hope

and all along she didnt believe

she never will as long as mirrors shatter

as long as hearts break

as long as youth fades away

as long as stars disappear in light

this mirror is only evidence

a storm is churning in her mind

seven years of bad luck or even more

tracing her fingers across the last crack

she herself falls in pieces