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Hide reflection
My reflection, on the wind shake
Colour of green tree emotions
in camera motions
No other ways that I can hide.
Camouflage,
in my morning trip, of a news papers gray train
Marker of red Colour, star blood
Something is not right.
People fight
Been light
Monkey killer, power wheeler
Sometime I think. Of mirrors steams.
Where I cannot see.
However, I m behind
My true face, alive
My conscience of be
I m human not a dream
At the command, I shall smash the mirror,
of myself.
poem by Luca Menin
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