19 Poem by Tori Bachue
19
The wheel of the year
Turns and turns
The world kept moving
When I died.
I sold them a smile
Which they bought
I was so full of pretense
But no one cared
I was a mirror
Myself, but not truly
Somewhere I was buried
Never to see the light again
But I met you
As did my shadow
I made a choice of truth
And my only wish
Could you accept me?
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