Mirage

He remembered the shattered glass of wine
He remembered the loud song echoing in his head
He went there to find peace,
Tranquility

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But there was no bliss
Its a mirage created by people

And when he came back
He saw a corpse in the mirror in front of him
A black, ugly corpse.

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