Dark, Poem, Poetry, Reality, romance, rumi

The Mirror

What tears may come soak them,
What blood may spill burn it,
You the lover of the oblique,
And the seeker of the mystique,
Drown the memories of yesterday,
It doesn’t exist…
It doesn’t exist…
Reality is your mirror now,
The rest simply doesn’t exist…

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