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The Mirror Between Us
I see her reflection
in the glass of your eyes,
and I cannot help but measure myself
against her shadow.
What has she that I do not?
What song does her laughter carry
that mine could not sing?
I stand in front of a mirror
that lies,
whispering that I was not enough.
About the Creator
The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA5 days ago in Fiction
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