Looking Glass

None can see but me who knows me,
The raging sea and the mock hut
Which has been cut yet bends a knee
Just to be free with eyes bloodshot.

But She has seen it all. It’s true!
She has a clue to who I’ve been
And how unclean I made my blue,
The chance I blew at age sixteen.

She On the wall hangs gallantly ,
I look bravely before I fall.
She makes the call that breaks gently ,
Sometimes neatly like the grand mall.


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