Poem Twenty Three: Mirror

Poem Draft: Mirror Poem

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I am the fruit of the dead.

The decay of bud to fruit.

I wear a crown

of darkness.

Summon the spell

of the soul 

as it leaves the body.

Place coins on the eyes

of the dead. You 

who once held 

beauty, sound, and breath-

now gone.

You can never see

your true self.

I mirror you 

in reverse.

I am the one

others circle.

 Will your mountains 

 and rivers remain?

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