Me

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The subtle sting

The twisted knife

A broken heart

An empty life


The smoker's cough

The rusty nail

A shallow lake

On which to sail


The burning sun

Reflected moon

A howling dog

Unfinished tune


A purple flower

The bright green grass

A lovers tiff

But it don't last


Long lonely walks

A quickening stream

Some deafening talk

A bowl of cream


Broad sweeping plains

The bleat of sheep

A water tower

Old men asleep


A sunny day

The blackest night

A perfect sphere

Transparent light


The touch of love

Another's scorn

A leg of ham

And lovers mourn


A perfect rose

And blood is red

A donkey's brag

Sun, setting, dead,


A temple spire

Some men in black

A forest fire

A burnt out track


All these things

Do I see

In the mirror

That is Me.

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