mirrors
bouncing along
disappearing...
not to be found
appearing again
magic, as if rising from the ground
side to side
the image sways
broken and fixed
like a child...
having a horrible fit.
the trees melt the face away
steps taken
trust casted blindly her way.
up stairs it leads
the image...
just me.
tilted slightly away
another face shall replace.
- Liquid Steel [02.05.2001]
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