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Crowded Mirrors.
Who's who? How can one tell?
Transfixed into veins disgusting, discovering amazing.
Reach, even into Hell, curiously, searching, souls, worth saving.
Crowded Mirrors.
Who doesn't belong here?
Who's strong here?
Who guilty of innocence?
For right or wrong here?
Crowded Mirrors.
Where even the streets have streets,
paved on, and engraved onto hearts,
it's all we know, it's all we've have to eat.
Crowded Mirrors.
The surprise of it, the drive of it, the strive of it,
The new generational rising from it
Living in a box, impossible not to think outside of it.
Crowded Mirrors.
Infected by the same sting
traumatic pressures from
intergenerational genocidal kinds of things.
Crowded Mirrors.
Inflicted, and then they call us gifted
not the lowly entities on had hoped to see?
There's an irony to this peace,
and this defiant movement to increase
an empty space in this overcrowded mirror.
Crowded Mirrors.
By: Xzyzst
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