Mirror
See the shaming of the judge I think shes angry at the chocolate fudge
He finds it hard to see the glare overshadowed by the dark despair
She is but a glaring sister admired as she sits upon a fever blister
She finds it hard to see the eyes overshadowed by the dark supplies
the judge shudders at the cold soul as she reads the verdict
unaware she is looking in a mirror
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