Poem 5
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who's the most broken of them all.
Who has climbed to the gods, and fallen into hell.
Who has run free for minutes, then left to rot in a cell.
Who was the fire that burned so bright.
Then became ashes in the dead of night.
Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the most broken of them all.
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