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ReflectionMy mind sadly reflects as I push the ink pen smoothly over the tear stained parchment. My eyelashes are unable to protect these red, swollen orbs, as, this time, my enemy strikes from within. Your scent has faded from the now unoccupied space beside me. I smooth the bed sheets removing all evidence of your existence, realizing that love has once again eluded my weak grasp, reminding me of my cruel fate of forever being a family of one. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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