Good day, mirror.
Once again, I honor you with my reflection.
Are you excited in the reflection of my visage?
Please, don’t quiver, for you may break.
I know what you feel, for I feel it, too!
The beauty, the wisdom, the perfection.
Oh mirror, I must look away!
The power is too great.
The magic is too powerful.
One magical mirror is enough.
I cannot bear the burden.
It is too much to ask of me.
Oh, but you cry! The mist fogging your glass.
I must go. I must turn away.
Our time together is so short.
But, I will return.
You will reflect my visage again.
Again, you will quiver at my sight.
Farewell, mirror!
I bid you, Adieu!
My shiny, shiny, mirror!
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Mark Lewis
Searching for my voice in this shiny, brand-new vocation called writing. I've been writing for years, but never solely as a writer. I was always writing for school or work, but now, I'm writing as my profession.
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