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"The Ghost In The Mirror"
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Each night, I stand before the bathroom mirror,
Brushing my teeth, I catch a glimpse of myself,
But it's as if I'm peering through my own eyes,
Wondering what lies on the other side.
Would the world be reversed, a mirror image of my own life?
Could it be a place where my sorrows turn to joy?
Or a place created by Sigmund Freud.
I flick off the light, the mirror looms in the dark, a darkened portal to another world, my disturbed mind created.
Reflecting a haunting image of what I might become.
A glimpse of the carrion kind.
In the distance, a cemetery seems to materialize.
A raven's caw echoes through the depths of forever, like a lake of eternity blacker as you get to the bottom.
Unconscious aftermath of its creation.
My gaze blurs, and I catch a glimpse of a specter,
A ghostly apparition staring back at me from the mirror.
Waiting for the time for it to become a reality, not a dream or a painting of my imagination.
But a true reflection of a ghost in the mirror.
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