The Portrait
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No matter what I did I couldn't escape that all-intrusive gaze, always staring me down, with those haunting eyes, ever intent upon me. It was as if I were looking at myself in the mirror, only, instead, to meet that uncanny image, and I the sole object of its mind!
© Adam Spurs
2018-07-08
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