Trickery abounds,
what with all the
echoless sounds
and the damp
coffee grounds
and the tiny puffs of air
that weigh a million pounds,
fooling me enough
to reflect back to me
a shameful face
when I glance into
that mirrored plate
that hangs in front of
my freshly-empty safe
and reminds me that
I'm still in this place.
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