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Lovely
by
Joanna Rozo
I can feel the vile words
burning in my throat,
as your eyes meet mine.
Your sinister look,
my shivers.
My hand clenched in a fist.
I start to tremble
you start to laugh.
I make my move,
the mirror shatters.
Millions of pieces.
So much blood.
And you are gone.
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