The mist rises and covers the mirror

Hiding my faithful twin from me

Cut off like a veil of mourning loss

Looking glass yields no results

We’ll scry and scry again

Until the mirror cracks with black luck

Staring straight, I watch

As she mimics me, feeling faint

As she becomes more than I

-Kel Dayheart

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