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Black Mirror
These are those standing behind the looking glass
sinking below the reflection of black waters
Portraying dead faces likened unto a reversible coat
slipping in and out at rapidly loose concessions
How haunted to be the house without a door
of whom are merely the cold stone and clay
Wanting to be either black or white
yet cannot be seen by night or by day
They are the sea without a bottom
They are the sky without an end
Though they live a journey
to a black hole they are condemned