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Stranger In The Mirror
Original Xanga entry ↗Cross section of life,
arteries that bleed,
it flows, it drips, it stains.
Between the sky and the ocean,
the warmth in the wind,
I almost shudder and shun.
Like the tides that push,
crashing on beaches,
and the cliff that is chipped away.
Almost like an onion,
I give myself up,
will this ever be a perfect receipe?
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