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I sit in the room,
Looking at the mirror.
Glancing up through the gloom,
I see the darkness growing nearer.
I look to the glass,
And Back to the dark,
And I have to pass,
So I leave my mark,
And step through the mirror
To a place where the light,
Could never be nearer.
Erin Hennessey