
Dare we speak the truth that frees?
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Mirror
Keeps our secrets
Haven for a trapped soul
A woman shimmers in the glass
She wears my smile, my breath, my past
Pauses
Stares with her hollow caves of truth
With a pale face that yearns
To speak the words
That free.
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