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I never look in mirrors after dark
A silly superstition I know
Like fingers crossed or salt thrown;
A talisman, a rite, a sorcerer’s stone
A fear of seeing something
Better left alone

I knew when I saw the name on the phone
what this call would be, I own
I’d been waiting, even, year by year
But you find the heart is not prepared
No matter how prepared
you think you are

for Lynn, who is still, against odds, hanging on

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