Wed, 09/25/2013 - 12:39 -- josholm


I do not think that I can excuse myself

From the never-ending cataclysmic cycle

In which I switch between the various stages

Of love and grief and self-deprivation and narcissism

Whenever I see your face staring back at me

Through the mirror which hangs on my wall. 


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