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high was the ledge

on which you stood

eyes - perplexed

and thoughts - ridden by fear

and in the wretched mirror

you conceal your true face

the water

calls you to jump

down towards

your final cold embrace

and in the wretched mirror

you will seal your true fate

reaching idle hands

to conquer thyself

your old looking glass

reflects only death

ridge

steep

cuts

deep

and there, toward that peak

I saw your love

wounded

wounded

bleeding

that more morbid than death

was the sight of your silhouette

with a gaze transfixed in eternal despair

depicted on my surface forever