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Breath on the mirror
like mist on a stormy river.
Dreams drifting into cloudy wisps,
those thoughts lost on silent lips.
Harsh words merely hinder
like trying to catch water
as it flows through your fingers.
Raindrops down a windowpane,
like shooting stars burning out again.
No wish could reach them
before they burst,
like bubbles
across a still universe.
Breath on a mirror,
words awoken
then smeared with a finger.
They fade, never linger
like the beat of a butterfly’s wing.
A song started
but too painful to sing.
Breath on a mirror,
a sign of life,
that becomes unclearer,
misted over
a mind besieged,
unhinged and self-deceived.
Trying to remember
the wisdom once received.
Thanks for reading
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Kyle
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