A blind figure
draped in cloth
If you can't see them
they can't see you
I'm hiding
behind my own shadow
And wince at the sound
of my own voice
An avoidance of mirrors
they always seem to break
My ragged breaths
would fog up the glass
Dip my feet
in a puddle of angel tears
And stare up into
the sunless sky.
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That was so freaking random.
Interesting enough. I like the second and third paragraphs.
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