Screams for attention, we're taught are no good!
Yell FIRE
they say, or you might turn into soot.
I scrape and I scratch and I hope for a bite. I was hoping to see what you hide in plain sight.
The mirror you hold seems.. almost brand new, but we know what it's hiding, a division of two.
I stand and I look, and I see my reflection.
The mirror is glass.
I should pay more attention.

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