The Next Morning
The one who's in the mirror knows meBest. His face is filled with scorn
Because he's seen what I have done.
That you've seen, too, and haven't
Gone means quite a lot to me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-02-12 at 11:55
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