looking glass
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Sabrina Petroski
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Eyes open
feet slide off the bed and touch the cold floor
step after to she carries herself
Dawn by dawn turns to day,
Peering through the looking glass,
Mirror without mirror, form without form,
That is the looking glass
Filled with wonder, fear, and hate,
Open one’s eyes to faintest hope,
