Oh, eyes,
why did you go looking,
and for how long
did you look
with those
sockets of rust
and dusty lenses
in the turning
of your mind?
Casting the image
of disillusion
as you were,
from the silver
missing in a mirror
that cracked,
then broke,
into seven years
bad luck.
Bad Luck
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