haunted by the cold in the glass mirror back,
emerge recognition, hovered somewhat sadden
all knowing ravens reveal vanity view
conflicted, she could not foresee lost love
in the glass stands between a summer gone,
and the coldness radiance of fall.
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To see her beauty in the dark flowing,
haunted by the cold in the glass mirror back, emerge recognition, hovered somewhat sadden all knowing ravens reveal vanity view conflicted, she could not foresee lost love in the glass stands between a summer gone, and the coldness radiance of fall. Author notesKendhal22 In a listA contest entry
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