Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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A standard mirror hangs on a

Barren wall. It reflects an empty room

Where we used to dwell.

Many memories have once been

Contained within a lacquered golden


Now they are contained in a different

Space of time and place

Within a covetous mind.

Eternally frozen yet moving


To break a mirror may bring

Seven years of torment and shame,

But this destruction steals

Away my thoughts to shards and

Immutable fragments of



Written by uncannynerdyguy

February 28, 2012 at 11:47 pm

Posted in Poetry

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