A concise poem.
The Looking Glass
Looking on the opaque flat,
I see a reflection in the flesh.
Yet the subtle complexion and inquisition,
Begins to slip away.
As my grip gives,
I watch it tumble and fall.
I search through the tangle,
But the shattered shards seem foreign.
What remains, splinters of the past.
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