Prosa Dia 97: Two Mirrors

Frustrated, I open the cracked on the door
find a secret locket on the shadow

Hatred, I throw it but time swallowed it away

Confused, I between the two mirrors
where I found myself standing in to

I love her and she
next to me, I didn't love then I care with
others, I love but she had already a light to protect

The two mirrors just like wind and sky.
very untouchable

Frustrated, I close the cracked on the door
slammed it into pieces
and don't know what to do 

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