Brief

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I had always wanted a mirror of my own.

But never got around to buying one.

Can't really practice smiling without

One.

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I looked into the reflection.

Really just glanced.

Hadn't really bothered

Thinking of the consequences.

From the other side peered

A wrinkly,

Weather beaten Old Man

But just at death's doorstep.

His face contorted,

Strained with effort,

He gave me the most pathetic smile.

I looked back.

The reflection was gone.

I took the mirror and tossed it

without even a second glance.

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From a shard next to the bin,

A toothless grin

Smiled a the sky,

As the garbage man passed on by.

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I had always wanted a mirror of my own.

Now I'm terrified of what I'm shown.