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One face

There's a face in front of me
Weary by the relentless solitude
Cracked by the merciless time
Marked by the self isolation

There's a face in front of me
It might be the portrait of disappointment
It might be the sign of futility
It might be the eyes of dreadfulness

There's a face in front of me
I can't stand it
I can't look at it
I can't escape from it

There's a face in front of me
Reflected in the mirror

Shall I break it and get me broken?
Shall I blur it and let me fade?
Shall I turn me back and walk away?

© 2005 Eduardo Magela Rodrigues

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