mirror
I saw my reflection in it but ,it was a strange sight why? why is it so? I asked myself looking there. it says to me ;it swallows what it see infront of it. it capture the sights. without any hesitation. I saw a dark lady in it a lady with wrinkled cheeks, pale, gloomy eyes with hot water in it. I saw a strange figure, with empty mouth , empty thoughts and empty stomach. yes, I saw my reflection the old age reflection stepping to the tomb to the new strange home.
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