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Wicked Mirror!



Speaking truth to vanity
We tuck gray hairs
Beneath false colors
And smooth the creases
Of suffering and joy.

Wicked mirror!
We duck your steady eye
Turn sideways
This way and that
Trinkets of disease
We do so love to lie.

The mirror of another’s eye
Turns politely away
Agreeing to pretend with us
That nothing passed us by
Growing our leper distances.

Loneliness taps at our window
Begging us for truth
But we love our lies
Like hairy children
Grooming them
Far from that wicked mirror.

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