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My Chalice
In my chalice,
my friend
is ordained to conserve
the hidden secrets....
Omens of existence.
His face is a mirror.
In the mirror
is the universe in miniature
Naked,
shattered,
just like me.
Sometimes he laughs
sometimes he cries
and I look at him
through eyes that glare with madness.
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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