The Mirror Mirrors

The mirror mirrors every suave aspect of her,

Highlighting nothing but the shortening for breath,

there is a song for the bowmen who flaunt more of marksmanship,

till a flower is trudged underneath a skeleton of weight,

I know the ghosts exist only in nightmare but then love is hardly

anything else.

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