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Mirror cracked
In the mirror
I held a face
that held a face's stare,
In that mirror
the face that stared
stared back at me in fear...
I knew that once
I turned away
that we would meet again
that he would watch
the back of my head and
whisper once more my name.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Monday 29th August 2016 11:51 am

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