old school mirror
silver crazed
parting from the glass
image layers
fogged in haze
reaching through the past
crystal spaces
sharp and clear
dreams have gone to seed
edges splintered
slivers near
ripe for ink to bleed
every morning's
mirror gaze
richer several fold
underlying
any praise
reflection's getting old
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