your words taste like a mirror,

reflecting back the future,

as if time may dictate,

while vanity fails,

I still feel you here,

as the doors of my mind,

slam, like creaking floorboards,

I call out your name,

only to hear the echoes,

of the words stained by images,

cracked as the lens of my mirror.

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