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Addicted

Whenever I stand infront of mirror;
while gazing into my own eyes,
scrubbing each scar of face__
I patch it with a new one.
The people witness,
what they wish for;
and there I reveal a me.
With birds asleep long,
and till sky wears the cloak of dark;
I see once again into mirror;
while wash it off,
till it symphony with me__
for you see a real me.

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