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Mirage of the Broken
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Lessons Learned My eyes played tricks on me,
Telling me you were still here.
It was a lie
Like the million ones
I heard you utter when
You claimed my reflection
In cracked mirrors
Was beautiful.
I drew up the water to my lips
Eager to taste your words again.
But sand was all I could find.
I like this. Good use of imagery and nice allusions - you've put a lot into so little words. I relate completely to the first two stanzas; it's a very powerful feeling when someone else expresses what is in your own head. Congrats :-) Laura