Mirrors tell tall tales of me
Spin webby yarns of how good I look
Gift me dreams; lofty high
Where only thoughts; dare fly
Mirrors, speak so clearly to me
Let my eardrums drum
You, who is bereft of speech
Throb me near the breast
When you show me, Me
Me, make a painting
Capture me, reflect beauty
Now, then and forever
Sigh with me, lie with me
Hide the lies I tell me
Hide the lines; befriend me
Spare the bags ease my leaden heart/eyes
Mask them wrinkles, lend me amnesia
Mirrors, mirror what I plead you mirror
Glory me, do me honour.. Spare me, horror.
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