Mirrored Glass
Night arrives and clear window glass
becomes a myriad of reflecting panes.
Do I like what I see,
an old woman who still feels young
inside that caricature of flesh?
She was eighteen just yesterday,
with enough energy to propel her forward
into a future that is now past,
where in this present moment
only memories remain.
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