Mirror Mirror
Mirror Mirror On The Wall,
Was I Always Ment To Fall?
Roses White,
And Dying Light,
Silvers Sweet, Forgiving Bite,
She'll Ask, "Why",
No Answers Found,
And I'll Rot Deep,
Beneath The Ground.
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