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I stare into the mirror
To see what I can see
The image draws me nearer
I don’t know, if it’s me

I touch to understand
Sense coldness to reflection
It sends through me a shiver
Must mean, my own rejection
BOEMS by JA 417   

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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