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Clear Mirror.

Wipe
the blood
from your brow,
lick

the rivers
of tears streaming
from your eye:

unobscured
vision? No,
you are doing fine.

Better than most.

Drop the masque
now. Unwind.
I never knew
it. Never fathomed
this place.

Never considered
this: blessed
be my cursed
fate.

Windex
brought upon mirror,
and shined.

Here I find
honesty
in reception.

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