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The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

Mirror, mirror

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Affinity for the insane causes me to hurt my brain
over and over it blows my mind
At least I'm not completely blind
The eyes you see can see you too
I would love to meet you
Even though you're not what I see
I only see the person I want you to be.

Updated 03-08-2010 at 06:31 PM by AimusSage

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Poetry by the Martian King

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  1. The Comedian's Avatar
    I greatly enjoyed the sounds and word-play in this poem. The echoing of the word "see" plays delightfully on the several types of reflection that you observe here.