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He
put on his shirt, carried his umbrella Uttered no word Neither did I.
After he left I stood in front of the mirror Slit open my tongue to see if any
words were caught there Alas I only saw the muscles and the veins. I
mended the tongue Burst out laughing--laughter is not a word Then I smashed the
mirror. Since then I have been breaking mirrors In vain Searching for one
That would reflect No more; a mirror that would break me.