Mirrors
Mirrors
The arrogant Victorian elegance
Its faultless glass
Dressed in sylvan silver
Mocked my old man’s face
My miserable mouth
Un-kissed lips, blued
By a wretched heart
A small hand slipped into mine
‘Mirrors tell lies’
I smiled proving her right.
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