Bad Luck

January 15, 2014

I broke a mirror once

It shattered

And the glass drew blood

I think back to that mirror

And wonder

How many years I have left

They say it’s seven

But I can’t be sure

Maybe it’s seven for every crack

I suppose my life

Is reflected in that mirror

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