Lost Soul

22Jan09

Ghost reflection stares you in the eyes,
Says nothing, means nothing, prophesies nothing.
It looks back as a mirror of youth,
Innocence, mistakes and lies.
In it’s hot pink strapless bra and lacy panties,
It’s a reminder of all that it can no longer be.
A reminder that it knows better now,
But longs to forget the lesson.
Tossing and turning in its [...]

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