The Mirror Man

The man in the mirror

A stranger with a scary  face.

A smile leaked through his dark burned lips

It smells like nicotine.

He asks silly questions

He cry

He smile

He node

He advice

But he never show himself without me

He supposed to be my reflection

But just a stranger wearing my face.

The man in the mirror,

Live there to dwell evermore.

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