A Silver Devil

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A mirror sits lonely, pale and weak

From years of neglect, both aggressive and meek.

It's been brave, sturdy, heavy and sleek

The thing that I see is at its peak.

I'm finding elegant engravings of the birds and bees.

And the reflection of something I'd rather not see.

When beauty shows the beast a piece of his own meat.

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