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Mirror
12/06/96 - Schadow1

Countless dark clouds cover our sunlit days
Slowly, it had flown to us to bring pain
Creepingly, rain drops to us like needles from the sky

Its inexorable penetration
Is sufficiently inevitable

Aware of the pain,
I have sheltered her with all the love I can give

As she stares at me,
I can hear vividly from her weeping eyes
It is when I wound myself that I am killing her.