Mirror
In my closet is a mirror.
And in that mirror,
Lives a monster.
I have never seen it,
But I can feel it peeking out,
From the crack in the doors.
Every night it watches me,
With glowing eyes.
I try to catch,
A glimpse of it,
But it always escapes,
Back behind the mirror.
And all that stares back,
Is me.
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