Mon, 01/26/2015 - 15:07 -- brkelly




That is without glass

A place inwhich glamour lies

Our pictures hidden

By the pictures of ourselves

Hidding the natures of ourselves

The truely mirrored 

Most astounding it is 

But never seen 

Because our physical mirrors are dull 


Barely recognizable 

An unpure reflection

But dormant inside

Lays a grand mirror

Large enough to display our entirty

Much larger than something that is smaller and more trivial than vanity

or self appearence

or appearence amongst a crowd

This is truely you

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