The Mirror

Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

These persistent, inexorable deaths
Make faith as such absent,

Our humanness a question,
A disgust for what we are.

Whatever the hope,
Here it is lost.

Because we coveted our difference,
Here is the cost.

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The Mirror