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Its what you see
By asailorsangel
When you're crawling through
The caverns of your own fears,
Around your darkest demons,
Under your fragile skeletons
So meticulously Hung
In and out of blood soaked Memories.
Do you become lost in the maze?
Of anguish,
Stop
Take a glance around.
What is it that you see?
Is it like a fun house?
So many shapes and sizes
Look closer
Closer
Closer
Clearer you see it's a
Perfect portrait of self
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Copyright 2004 Renee Trinkaus
Published on Thursday, February 5, 2004.
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"Poetry"
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