A Mirror Writes A Book (15/02/2016)

This heart that told me it’s good;
Breaking as if ‘tis an old hood.
Myself from another was known;
Seen none self-order my own;

Read me I must exists;
Lest I lead without light cease.
Trade between same and need;
Desired by aid to eyes feed.

Ways of wandering may journey;
Vehicle in days of stories carry.
More the further it undeserved look;
Away the other or I served the locked book.



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