Mirror Du Juor

I tell the mirror that I don’t miss you,

she laughs right in my face and I just stare blankly at my cackling reflection,

because I suppose I do deserve it.

Your presence leaves the strangest shadows all over the place,

on my soul,

all across my bones,

and I plead with the hours to shrink when we are parted and grow when when we are close.

Oh, the days are disastrously long.

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