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Mirror
Poem
by Desiree Walsh
I open my eyes and there I see,
a girl crying like her life is ending,
I see blood on her hands;
it's dripping off her neck and all down her shirt.
She's almost gone.
Just before she leaves she realizes that she's looking in a mirror.
That girl was me, now I'm gone.
Mirror© COPYRIGHT 2005 Desiree Walsh. Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author. 03/14/05
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