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She searches for herself
in the eyes of her lovers
becoming what she thinks she sees.
She was not taught that being is something she is -
not bought, sold, or mimicked;
and roams this life
empty and aching
searching for the price tag
of a moment’s peace
when the mask can rest.
The mirror is unkind
and will not touch her
and she wonders
why.
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