The mirror
It shows what's true
I can't hide and lie
From what I see
Into the confessional I slip
To whisper
To lay bare my sin
The mirror, it shows
My cravings, my fears
I so want to feel
To know loves touch
The relief
The calm
Of human flesh
The mirror, it shows
My avarice, my greed
My sweet little sweet
My whore
Without name
The mirror, my confessor
I've seen my sin
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