Trevor McCauley

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Mirror, Mirror

There is a light

That closes the distance

A patience that is still friends with time

I never knew how to speak with you

So that is why I ran away

It doesn't work in front of a mirror

The heir apparent

Twists electric

Finding a span of concentration

Beg truth from an iris

To pull islands held together

Something is affront

That should be behind us

What is through me

Is decided past this sheet of glass