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My precious piece of jewellery

Charred and broken

A dance in the mirror - just me and myself

An ash-grey heart

I was the fire

An open, empty shell

The voice from the broken mirror

You granted it’s power

The song to which your steps fall, is without measure

You life is an echo of the voice of fear

Until the day you break the circle of mistakes

A stillborn wish

An unwritten letter

I am an echo; convulsions of fear!

I’m dancing the mirror’s dance

The voice from the broken mirror

You granted it’s power

The song to which your steps fall, is without measure

You life is an echo of the voice of fear

Caught in the circle of mistakes