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Cicer]
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Waiting in line I watch you
In my mirror, sitting in your car.
You twirl your hair and
Gaze wistfully through the window.
I sit in my stuffy truck wondering
What you're thinking.
The reflection in the glass
Reflects your reflection
In your glass –
It’s a visual paradox
That bends my mind
Somewhat like I bent your heart.
In all these reflections I
Begin to reflect on you
And me.
Together.
And I am warmed.
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030106
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Cicero
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Waiting in line I watch you
In my mirror, sitting in your car.
You twirl your hair and
Gaze wistfully through the window.
I sit in my stuffy truck wondering
What you're thinking.
The reflection in the glass
Reflects your reflection
In your glass –
It’s a visual paradox
That bends my mind
Somewhat like I bent your heart.
In all these reflections I
Begin to reflect on you
And me.
Together.
And I am warmed.
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030106
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birdmad
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the face maybe isn't so bad, but i still don't like the guy staring back through that silver window
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030107
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bespeckled
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She stares at me with blackened eyes,
with teary, red, tired eyes.
She pleads with me to
just let go.
To end her sorrow,
end her torment,
expell her hypocricy finally.
How can I reject her?
I know what she wants.
I want what she wants.
We are kindred; we are pure beings
who strive for everything good
and pure
and right.
How can I reject her prompting
to toss aside the mask?
Why allow a sympathetic, crying heart to overwhelm a conscience and a soul?
She offers me cleansing water,
but I insist on stroking
this rag of ash
along my white skin
and heart.
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030121
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Cicero
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While she sat admiring her pureness
a kindred spirit fell to his death. Grasping at the corners of the illusion he stumbled off the cliff, her last real expression - not the one in the mirror - burned lovingly into his mind.
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030130
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what's it to you?
who
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