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Bron Dayvid


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26 january 2012

Mirrors

I'm losing I’m trapped in an
illusion
the truth only adds to my confusion


So if I doubt the sincerity of the
words you speak
pardon my rudeness 


But please don't judge my prudence
for I am only a boy
A mere child ripped from my mother’s
womb
Tossed into a world where they assume
My innocence will be my doom when in
fact it acts as a cocoon
Protecting me from what lies behind
seemingly welcoming eyes


But I see the disguise
a reflection of my conception of love
For which I have a bad first impression
of
 I thought it came at first sight I should
have looked twice 
disgusted with the fact that I almost trusted this once beloved
Mirror
but now I see clearer
 
 






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