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oh, that mirror howled.
low grumble first followed swift by sharp stab
of i did it and let it and can i be
valid. traced the spidering with dry tongue
and bled eager, maybe the reflections
can be swallowed.

no visage hallowed,
dull thud when reached out to
for steadiness. use your palm's force
to hollow each socket. i am no
sphere nor volumetric entity.
no mass,
only holes.

hold me.
none of these shards
show my face. none of my fragments
are traceable. none of me
stays.

oh, that mirror
wept for me;
i did not
deserve tears.