We fear the reflection of Death upon our lips as the final flare of our frail existance glows within our sight. Turning rabid we bite at our own mirrored image, hoping to taste something to relieve our pain. Caught in our own twists, turns and kinks, we fail to hold on long enough, and crash to the cold concrete below us.

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