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Memory Ripples

Water mirrors

My soul it withers

Under the ripples

Emerging from

The winter wind

My eyes tear up

And melt in

The liquid reflection

Blinded, I see no more

My human face

Only the memory

Of what once was

An ephemeral look

A limited display

Now removed from sight

A faded echoing of light.

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Mirrorsight

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