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Mirrors
I’ve turned my mirrors to face the walls
and they will remain that way until I can
accept the fragments staring back at me.
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I’ve turned my mirrors to face the walls
and they will remain that way until I can
accept the fragments staring back at me.
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By Shirlene Washington-Mack
Beautiful poem with deep meaning!