<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Malice through the Looking Glass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They've left a candle smoking<br>neath the mirror's icy gaze<br>Freshly doused, invoking<br>spirits from the darker days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They leave no smell, they leave no sound.<br>A soul-less souvenir.<br>Reflections of an empty room, <br>a face seems to appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A distant dirge is playing<br>weaving harmonies from hell<br>The ambience decaying<br>as piano morphs to bell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wick that smokes and smoulders<br>Sends its incense past the glass<br>The fingers on my shoulders say<br>my time has come to pass…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hola+Mentirosa">Hola Mentirosa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410264" data-title="Malice through the Looking Glass de Hola Mentirosa" data-description="They've left a candle smoking neath the mirror's icy gaze Freshly doused, invoking spirits from the darker days. They leave no smell, they leave no sound. A soul-less souvenir. Reflections of an empty room, a face seems to appear. A distant dir..."></div> </div> </div>

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