What She Adored
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- Posted: September 2, 2016 Fri, 02 Sep 2016 11:42:56 +0000
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here I stand before a polished mirror,
although, i wouldn’t really know;
i’m steady staring at the floor.
to avoid the stark glare of error,
don’t even look up, out of this throe;
i won’t see anything worth caring for.
until i heard a sweet voice, a glimmer,
casting around me her assuring glow;
so i looked up to see what she adored.