2 The Mirror To Douglas ...Behind the mirror Hide your days, In front of always Lying shadows, Left to the sound, right to the echo, In sated silence, Empty say. When you take off your coat of skin, Your camouflage of graying hair, Your glossy mirror Turns transparent, No longer showing Me to me. Your mirror gathers every hue. It spies for me When I'm not there, In every tint of every layer, No longer showing You to you...


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