The mirror reflected a mark,
just over my heart
An old wound,
still painful to touch
No, not painful
at the entry point
But just below
at the center of my being
There, where love was ...
and is no more.
Oh wake me,
please wake me
Let me shed this skin
and dream again
And gaze into that mirror
no blemish will I see
There, where love is ...
and will forever be.
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