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Hall of Mirrors

Echoed calls

Mirrored walls

This path leads

To another dead-end

Twisted halls

Speculum sprawl

My distorted reflection

Is no longer my friend

Maniacal guffaw

My skin crawls

I’m not alone

In this Labyrinth

Looking glass thralls

Not the first to fall

Trapped under the glass

A carnival attraction, condemned


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