Death's ReflectionA Poem by Collin HindsA grim encounter with a mirror.I looked eye-locked with death today. Allergy-red eyes, Receding hair line, “Screw you,” I said. “You, too,” said Dead. I begged, “Leave me.” Dead said, “When I leave you, you do with me. © 2011 Collin HindsReviews
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12 Reviews Added on June 27, 2011 Last Updated on June 27, 2011 AuthorCollin HindsTulsa, OKAboutI am a writer and attorney living in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I am the arts editor and a senior writer at www.madmikesamerica.com, a left leaning ezine. I have contributed commentary to Tulsa Public Radio's.. more.. |

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