I have written so much fucking poetry about you.
One day you'll find my name up on a shelf
and pull the volume down to see
a mirror there, inside. And I hope that then
you'll shudder, and look around cautiously,
wondering if anyone had seen your face when you
walked in, and now knew who you really were.
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beautiful and very powerful
I don't have to pull it off the shelf.. I've read them all here and you're right.
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