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::: A Moment Stolen :::

Tainted, faded, jaded;
Cast your image along the mirror.
So belated, you instigated"
Find your way to the door,
Your shadow isn’t emasculated.

Tainted; the painted oil leaks.
Dripping from the canvas’s edges,
Scorn speaks, it reeks.
Your reflection lays, it dredges
Along the floor in streams, in creeks.

Faded; the course perplexes.
The thin line can’t find even itself.
That wall collapses, as it vexes"
A moment stolen, like pelf,
It’s value lost, as it reflexes.

Jaded; everything you created.
Backtracked to the beginning,
The past impersonated, integrated.
The cycle of innate sinning,
You refused to be penetrated.

Written by: ~ Meghan