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Tanka 03

Rating: 3.9
The man
I used to meet in the mirror
is no more.
Now I see a wasted face.
It dribbles tears.
Masaoki Shiki
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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M Asim Nehal 03 December 2016
Self reflection on mirror is bitter and tasteless........
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