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A Miserable Mirror

I see a man

Sitting alone

With his head in his hands



And I debate

Going over and talking to him


I don’t do the right thing


I observe him from a distance

And write about him


Looking at him

Is like looking in a mirror

And it makes me



I become curious

If I make people

who look at me

from a distance

Uncomfortable too

I wonder

If some sad sucker

Looks at me

And see's


I look up from my laptop

And try to find him


He’s gone

I hope he is alright…


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