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| CAUGHT IN REFLECTION I think about how to measure the worth of one's self at the weirdest times Hunkered down studying the lines of my feet Trimming the faded pink nails Almost always these clean spare moments Dash to pieces the crystal sphere of truth I've held in esteem Becoming shards that wickedly, in snaggle toothed grinning Catch my face in reflection As they lie in final throes Twitching on the ground by Sheryl McCurdy |
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