FW: The Mirror, Once Again

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I hate to revisit this now but we must
The Kilim won’t hide one more sweep of the dust
Beauty is woven in poppies and rust
Beauty betrays at least twice a day
I know it was me, despite being you
The Sakarya was more than a home for the dew
Truth is still hammered in copper and blue
Yet it betrays at least twice a day
We need to predict this, yes now we must
Mirrors reflect both the silver and dust
Power’s entangled in freedom and trust
Still it betrays at least twice a day

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