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Mirror, mirror on the floor, who is the..........

Fragments are all around me
Seven years they say
Splintered reflections of myself
Stare up at me
I tiptoe through the mine field
My present is no more
Vanity has left me
Broom sweeps up what used to be me
From the floor to the bin

The poison from the poison stream caught up to you ELEVEN years ago and you floated out of here. Sept. 14, 08

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