The Mirror of Truth

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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