Reflection by David Golledge


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Those fine sad eyes
That tear me apart
Once burned with life.

Do you see me still
reflected there?

Have I remained inside
or have your exorcised
my presence as you would
any other fools?

Do you still care?

Who am I to question?

Those blind mad lies
that killed your heart
came from my lips.