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What if your mirror brought to life your reflection?
What if you could shake your hand?
And share with you your fears?
What secrets could you stand to hear?
Remember dear, that the glass serves as your protection.
A barrier unbroken, between vanity and self-reflection.
Three Cheers
I used to have this reoccurring dream
Always the same wretched scene
A boy of six years, bound by fear
Stuck in the back of an empty bus
Left blindly in gear
But now I slumber so soundly
With hands unbound
My soul has found command
Control without direction
Devoid of vapid strife
Tickled by every fleeting moment of life
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