Reflective Things

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Vintage Words

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The mirror lied, That was not me.

I have no gray and I am still

young enough to know the mirror

lied.

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The brook fibbed. In its clear

waters I had no soul. I had no way

to know that I was still alive

because the brook fibbed.

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The reflections slandered my vision

as I stared into the present and rued

the future that was about to validate

or eradicate such slanderous delusions

posing as memories.

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allets

11-13-16

1029a

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