Abominable
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A spectacle I cannot stand
in the mirror I see.
An if I break it to thousand pieces
a thousand times the same image
I behold.
Abominable, pathetic, miserable;
these words come
to my mind and spin around it.
Cover yourself with a cloak so black and dark
like the crow's wings
you cursed mirror!
Save us both
from a face that
leaves us in disgust.
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