The Smoking Mirror
Poetry, Fiction, and whatever else comes to mind
Friday, September 7, 2012
Here's a poem that actually has a title
Bazaar
house of mirrors—
a train of loveless people.
house of horrors—
a world with love in it.
Tunnel of love—
Mirrors in mirrors in mirrors.
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