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As that reflective surface, in the end, turns towards you

What will you behold upon it's glass and silver skin?

Five of Swords

Choose your battles wisely

Five of Swords

As the card reversed, it became your demise

The self-imposed dealer of blame

The unaare procreator of shame

Paint your colors upon me

They will stay like the water

That already seeped through my fingers

Like water between already worn-down rocks

Oil on water, oil on water

Five of Swords

Choose your battles wisely

Five of Swords

As the card reversed, it became your demise

Self-made judge and juror

Master of conflict and executioner

Self-turned fool and jester

by your benighted sense of the I

Paint your colors upon me

They will stay like the water

That already seeped through my fingers

Like water between already worn-down rocks

Oil on water, oil on water