No one
can stand a foggy glass
Foggy mirrors are even worse
So he thought as he wiped
His soiled sleeve across
The broken glass
Peering so close that
His nose almost touching
He finally made out
His grimy visage
In the snowy mess
He winked & smiled
As he identified himself
In the unclear shadows
And he glanced back
The irony eluding him
At the dark corpse
Whose identity he'd removed
Forever...
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