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A Misshaped Dream
A double vision, a misshaped dream
All my clout stitched in my seam.
My visage in twice division,
A misshaped dream, a double vision.
A gory mess, my twisted face
A broken twig fallen from grace.
Laid on attire wrinkled in stress,
My twisted face, a gory mess.
Dull smothered eyes, painted stark white
Tears stopped in time, frozen by night.
A solemn stare of shattered demise,
Painted stark white, dull smothered eyes.
A sudden glare, a quick conclusion
Gather sight to see past this illusion,
Gather courage to see past the stare.
A quick conclusion, a sudden glare.
If shows my wish, not my dread.
If gives me joy, never woe,
Then why do I see myself dead
Inside the mirror of Erised?
A/N I hope you enjoyed it, I look forward to any input anyone has to offer.