Category : Poems

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I look at the face the face looks back at me. Blank Stare Within in the face just cannot see I look at the face as a face looks at me the words I know are the words that come so clearly but as I speak to the face the face does not understand at the words I speak are the words of a man the words of this man that speaks of wise and Grimm of another word and another place the one that I'd rather die in but the place that I live is a place that I'll be I look at the face and when I put down the mirror it's the face that I still see.