Can I be spared of pity
Looking
At another's grief?
The eyes, why do
They speak so vain?
Words so full
Fall down face first
To the trembling
Presence of mirrors
Not one could understand.
Look, I scan myself
Alone in an empty room.
Did my smile
Omit the creases?
I dare not lift
A single gesture
From my hand socket
But yes,
I am afflicted.
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