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Mirror Mirror

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Ceasarman

Published: May 14, 2012

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Mirror mirror on the wall
Show me what I've come here for.
I've placed you in a golden frame,
For another sexual gain.

Mirror mirror melts my mind
For all I see make me blind.
These eyes like concrete vanity,
Open your personality.

Eyes green and yellow shine,
Everyday I'll make them mine.
This is love and love of you,
This mirror is built for two.

Mirror mirror change your view,
I'm not just worried bout you,
I'm not taking care of myself,
As long as you're in good health.

I don't sleep, I only weep,
For you in my mirror, creep.
Kiss the glass and call my name,
I'll take it down just the same.

I've done what is done and I don't regret it,
I loved to help you and don't forget it.
You and I are not meant to be.
This mirror has set me free.

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I found this amongst several sheet of old failed poems and wondered why it had been ignored. So with a little nip and tuck and some silicone implants here it is.
The basis was written about 6 months ago I'm guessing, but it was rounded off and finished 2 days ago, so i'm getting better.

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SassyAlex

May 17, 2012

^{In the third stanza, last line, I think you meant "built" and not "build." Other than that and the occasional breaking of rhythm, this is a very nice, imaginative piece. Well done~}

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