Reflections. Poem by Jurnee Larsen

Reflections.



Love,
Has always made me laugh.
As the reflection of my face is in that mirror,
It reaches out to touch me.
But instead I let go,
Watching the body fall.
Off that 10 story building.
As I cry,
With tears that are so cold.
I claim myself,
The murderer.
Of Luanne Stewart.

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