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In the mirror

In the mirror
unimaginable enigmage?        [wordplay: enigma + image]
No. Not even. But
I will not wash myself clean again.*
I will wear grey
Dorian Grey subject
(hidden) from rain and thunder
and I will only stop when my blood
shuts its mouth whole.
Letters have already saved me
from the precipice:
SOS XPTO R.S.V.P.
Complete tour etc.

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lucy

wonderful poem

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