The Outside Looking In

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He looks into the mirror, and reflecting off of it is his soul;

as every scar from battle on him, is a scar that he knows-

heartache is sharper than the forked tongue can lie;

and woe is but quicker than the sword’s blow can strike-

For a man on this day, becomes as a shadow;

the whispering voices that are all doth told-

a man, wearing his own skin, like he lost a bet;

as all that is reflected back, is but regret, regret…

Copyrightcopyright May 15, 2014

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