Unseen Face
I looked into the mirror,
It appeared crooked,
My visage had convoluted and been ugly,
I turned to yet another glass,
Looked into it deep and fast,
The mirror was actually glass in large patches,
Transparent and clear to yonder and beyond,
My face was reflected only in parts,
More was lost than revealed,
My friend gave me a mirror that was perfect,
I looked into it and found,
That what it reflected was profound,
It was indeed so much better,
That I had faulty mirrors,
And could not sight straight,
And see my real dirty and ugly face.
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