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This is probably my second best poem ever. It's a little darker than usual, but as I've found out, I'm better at writing dark... 
Thanks to everyone who likes this/reviews it!!! <3
Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?
It’s distorted,
like a ripple on water,
wavering in lines of confusion.
I can’t make it out,
It’s shrouded from my view,
like a long forgotten spell,
in a witch's old mind.
I can hear a voice,
not yet recognizable,
yet I know it.
As it whispers like a wind
in a forgotten forest.
‘Mirror Mirror on the wall...’
I look up,
my face pale.
The mirror is fogged,
water droplets shimmering
like broken dreams
cracked like glass.
‘Who is the fairest one of all?’
The soft supple slithering of secrets,
flutter over my lips,
like soap against wet skin.
Hair flutters in the breeze,
from the cool blow of the air condition.
like butterflies skimming over water.
I reach up and grab a stray hair,
it feels brittle and dry.
But the girl in the mirror,
Her hair is beautiful and flaxen,
blowing in a soft wind.
Like flutters of fairy wings.
‘Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?’
No one knows.
Because all views are distorted.
Just like a fogged mirror.
